The Writ Of Sword

Bound you are to brotherhood of flesh With cold harness of iron behest One falls, another crawls Remembers none why march at all One screams, another weeps And the dead you drag along Onward! Pace to keep with dawn Onward! Further from light beyond A

Abeyant winding way Cascades sheltered in white Lead them far astray Where shrouded frail may hide Pursued is ones prey Onto trackless ground of frozen grey Flight to river marmoreal Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay Streams blind and old N

Grief, Grief unspoken, Grief in halls of the fallen Swords against shields Wail sorrows worth Echo in bones Drums upending very earth Hearths from stones First fall, hail on white shores Rain carmine, benign winds did tore Song heeds, call of the sto