The horde of destruction came riding on the storm and left my serenity slowly to rot.
This once-so-bright future now frozen in pain, a deep dark sadness solemnly rose.
Paralyzed, crawling in the struggle unseen,
I felt down, exhausted, and entered a dream.
I awoke and gazed through the mist and the rain,
a gloomy cold landscape, the new dwelling for me.
Forgotten dwelling in this struggle unseen,
a breathless whisper from out of a dark path in mind.
A veil of cold laughter now covers this pain,
the black storms returned and I freely go in.
With this vision of pain, now I march on to war.
Reality sharpened and willing to fall.
New strength burns in me, decided to go.
My fist clenches cold steel as we all hailed our liege.