Scarred Lands

<br>The night all winds were still<br>And silence lay weightly on the soil<br>By a water sat a voiceless man<br>Alone by the moonlit mirror<br>He looked to the horizon with a mournful heart<br>In remembrance of what had been<br>Still he could sence the smoke<br>Of the countless pyres by the stone<br>He let his hands carees the black ground<br>Among this urn`s` dark ashes lies memories of past times hidden<br>Ruins of the times gone by<br>Once all this was his...<br>His name had been carved in stone<br>His image bore into battle<br>But his men were defeated<br>And his temple burned...<br>This mournful man keep silent<br>For the faith in him is gone<br>And the land he fought to defend<br>Has withered in his abscense<br>But still some hearts burn with rage<br>For the desecration of this land<br>Some praise his name at night,<br>Some hail his image high...<br>And the man knows:<br>No lost battle will be forgotten<br>In this timeless war<br>His name had been carved in stone<br>His image bore into battle<br>But his men were defeated<br>And his temple burned...<br>This mournful man keep silent<br>For the faith in him is gone<br>And the land he fought to defend<br>Has withered in his abscense