Crowned in Flame

Behold the amber sky in northern hills
 Mountain slopes begin to shed molten tears
 The clamor of steel and fire shakes the walls
 A great sundering lay upon the vale
 Darkness walks among the light
 As shadows breach the gates of might
 A thunderous horn beckons the stout to war
 Of wrath and trees ride into the flame
 Great banners lay like leaves to caress the earth
 Arrows pour like the cold rains of autumn
 White walls torn asunder
 Fallen into the maw of flame
 Fiery whips dance around the trees
 Distant screams pierce the air of night
 The mountain snow stained with the blood of men
 Great hammers fade like smoke in wind
 Broken pillars crumble amongst the fields
 Dread fuels these halls of perdition
 Flames gust from the jaw of the serpent
 Blackening the city walls
 Lashing with power of eagle wings
 Darkness falls before his knees
 Mists of scalding heat roll over the land
 Brought upon the flower of the plain
 Left to wither in the fire
 Ancient words a prophet once told
 "Woe is me whose father awaits doom
 But seven times woe whose lord has gone"
 By grief our wits in a storm of weeping
 The golden city falls to the floor
 Loomed afar the hills crowned in flame
 By dusk or dawn flee swiftly through the plain