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 lalalalala lalalalalala lalalala lalala