Chronicle

Song by Scarhart, written during the 6th reign.

Scarhart performing Chronicle at 10th year

I sing a song of elder days, when the world was young
when men made towers shining bright in the glory of the sun
the sun symbolized liberty, the east wind whispered freedom
all races lived in harmony on the isle drommendon


this was long before we fell from grace
long before we hid our faces
from the light


Thus it was in the first age, we reveled in the spirit
of love and peace in the arms of our land


I sing a song of elder days
when the stain was young
where men made war upon themselves
in the glory of their strength
the elves retreated into the woods
the dwarves under the mountain
the halflings fled into the hills
and the peaceful hid behind their walls


this was still before we fell from grace
still before we hid our faces
from the light


thus it was in the second age
we reveled in the spirit
we turned our hands to bloodshed
and we slew(?) these virgin lands


I sing a song of elder days
when the prince did come
he rode the tide of a southern storm
from whence the ill rose (?)


he rose an army of the dead
to seek what the monarch (?)
dauntless we fought in vain
and died where we stood


it was then that we fell from grace
then that we hid our faces
from the light


The isle cried in agony
beneath the heel of the conqueror
the prince stood tall in all his glory
darkness would soon have everything


But from the north there came a sound of trumpets singing
the prince lookup up and saw his doom on the faces of the heroes
the last remnants of the army of freedom's alliance
the last great ride of elves and men to rid their land of his stain


it was then that our chains were broken
then that we turned our hearts to
the light


Thus it was in the third age
the prince of darkness came
but the heroes saves us from ourselves
and threw down his reign


I sing a song of modern days
the future's before us
its in our hands to choose the world
our children will have
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