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.