UNNAMED AND FALLEN SOLDIERS
Fading in the evening shadows,
Soldiers glimmer through the haze.
Mountains, forests hold their breathing,
Listening for the hero’s shape.
Cold and steady with the drumbeat,
On the lonely, barren hill,
Quiet as the dusk is falling.
To the border in the dim mist,
Through the choking smoke he goes.
All the wrongs return and howl there,
Riding with the restless wind.
They are but the souls that follow,
Of the man who keeps his hate,
Calling him to settle vengeance.
When he left, his heart was hardened,
Sworn to nurture bitter wrath.
Sacred words still ring around him,
Driving on his iron will.
And his spirit, fierce and upright,
Vows to fight until the hour
When a life of grief is shattered.
Hero-spirits, blood has stained them,
Mirrors cracked by sacrifice.
Bodies rise to build the ramparts
In the walls of time, unfeeling.
Resin-scented woods lie open,
Glimmering at night’s last edge.
O unnamed and fallen soldier…
Fading in the evening shadows,
Soldiers glimmer through the haze.
Mountains, forests hold their breathing,
Listening for the hero’s shape.
Cold and steady with the drumbeat,
On the lonely, barren hill,
Quiet as the dusk is falling.
To the border in the dim mist,
Through the choking smoke he goes.
All the wrongs return and howl there,
Riding with the restless wind.
They are but the souls that follow,
Of the man who keeps his hate,
Calling him to settle vengeance.
When he left, his heart was hardened,
Sworn to nurture bitter wrath.
Sacred words still ring around him,
Driving on his iron will.
And his spirit, fierce and upright,
Vows to fight until the hour
When a life of grief is shattered.
Hero-spirits, blood has stained them,
Mirrors cracked by sacrifice.
Bodies rise to build the ramparts
In the walls of time, unfeeling.
Resin-scented woods lie open,
Glimmering at night’s last edge.
O unnamed and fallen soldier…