Post by Dreyco on Jun 21, 2008 12:35:13 GMT -8
As transcribed from the books of the Cabilis Historians:
In a time now past
Our steps bloomed glory
Lead by the Chosen
Protected by their Guard
The hidden lord spoke
His words we did hear
With his knowledge we struck forth
Purpose in our hearts
Angels once descended
Harbingers of a blessing
A brood was brought forth
Two eggs
Two brothers
Raised by angels
The Guard of the High Scale
Years passed
And Angels did raise
Two eggs
Two brothers
Ever vigilant in their duty
When Chosen strikes forth
Under boon of our lord
The brothers hold the flanks
Time conquers all
None can withstand
Not stone
Not flesh
Not mind
The thread that binds
Withers and frays
As centuries pass
The flanks left exposed
Battle did come
And Chosen moved with purpose
Their lances locked forward
The brothers at the flanks
The Guard sought glory
When spear came to bear
Shouts were heard
"The Guard! Our
Chosen is slain!"
Vanity?
A spear head?
Our lord cared not
the damage was done
The Brothers then fled
From death
From shame
From blade of sword
A duty now lost
Blood of a Chosen
Staining their hands
Brothers now abandoned by the
Angels of Fear
The land they walked
Their only possession
The pact now broken
A Queen then appeared
With promise of redemption
Her words laced with lies
Fell upon deaf ears
Their desperation the wound
A Queen's promise the poison
A new pact drawn
The brothers now fallen
Guards yet again
Not of Chosen
Not of Angels
Only sorrow and contempt
The wardens of shame
Two eggs
Two brothers
A curse now to bear
In a time now past
Our steps bloomed glory
Lead by the Chosen
Protected by their Guard
The hidden lord spoke
His words we did hear
With his knowledge we struck forth
Purpose in our hearts
Angels once descended
Harbingers of a blessing
A brood was brought forth
Two eggs
Two brothers
Raised by angels
The Guard of the High Scale
Years passed
And Angels did raise
Two eggs
Two brothers
Ever vigilant in their duty
When Chosen strikes forth
Under boon of our lord
The brothers hold the flanks
Time conquers all
None can withstand
Not stone
Not flesh
Not mind
The thread that binds
Withers and frays
As centuries pass
The flanks left exposed
Battle did come
And Chosen moved with purpose
Their lances locked forward
The brothers at the flanks
The Guard sought glory
When spear came to bear
Shouts were heard
"The Guard! Our
Chosen is slain!"
Vanity?
A spear head?
Our lord cared not
the damage was done
The Brothers then fled
From death
From shame
From blade of sword
A duty now lost
Blood of a Chosen
Staining their hands
Brothers now abandoned by the
Angels of Fear
The land they walked
Their only possession
The pact now broken
A Queen then appeared
With promise of redemption
Her words laced with lies
Fell upon deaf ears
Their desperation the wound
A Queen's promise the poison
A new pact drawn
The brothers now fallen
Guards yet again
Not of Chosen
Not of Angels
Only sorrow and contempt
The wardens of shame
Two eggs
Two brothers
A curse now to bear
