Tales of Vengeance

A forlorn soul scowls in the glades of mist
 Eternally shrouded in stillness and secrecy
 Once lying slumber awakened with all it's fury
 Forever serpentine in our powerless realm
 Winters song silences the autumns reign
 Faced with death we hearken it's bellowing roars
 Watching the fires dance against the wind
 Our horns of war shatter the stagnant air
 Tales of vengeance brace the sons of old
 Gathering fearless, called to arms
 Banners ripped, torn, stained with blood
 A night honored by the gleaming moon
 Skies concealed by a blackened rain
 Burning flesh soaks the air we breathe
 One final wound to lull the reign of fury
 Revered as lord of his fallen dynasty
 Tales of vengeance brace the sons of old
 Gathering fearless, called to arms
 Banners ripped, torn, stained with blood
 A night honored by the gleaming moon