Lyrics
Verse 1
In the twilight of the realm, where ancient magic weaves,
A General roams the sacred grounds, where every spirit grieves.
He treads the hallowed battlefield, beneath the moon’s soft light,
In a graveyard of the fallen, where heroes rest from fight.
Verse 2
Here rests Sir Vanric, the knight who braved the dragon’s flame,
His sword was known as Thunderstrike, his valor was his name.
In the heart of Draconia, he battled fierce and long,
His final stand was legendary, his honor carved in song.
Verse 3
And Enchantress Lyra, with her magic bright and pure,
Fell defending ancient runes, her heart forever sure.
Her spells turned back the darkened tides, her courage led the way,
Now in the grove of emerald leaves, her light will never sway.
Verse 4
Ranger Thorne, with eyes like steel, across the mountains roamed,
He faced the Orcish hordes alone, with nothing but his bow.
His arrows flew with deadly grace, his spirit fierce and grand,
Now rests beneath the ancient oak, his bow still in the sand.
Verse 5
Baron Ealdred, the wizard sage, with wisdom vast and deep,
Stood against the demon lords, his secrets he did keep.
His staff was lost in sorcery, his cloak a shroud of night,
Now his tomb’s a mystic circle, guarded by the light.
Verse 6
Lady Seraphine, the shield-maiden, whose armor gleamed with gold,
Held back the tide of shadowed fiends, her bravery untold.
Her shield, adorned with runes of might, was lost upon the field,
Now beneath the moonlit sky, her spirit shall not yield.
Verse 7
Druid Kael, who healed the land, and sang the songs of lore,
Fell to a curse of ancient wrath, his voice is heard no more.
His staff, entwined with nature’s grace, now lies beneath the tree,
Where ancient oaks and whispering leaves tell tales of memory.
Verse 8
In the silence of this sacred space, the General bows his head,
For every name upon these stones, a story left unsaid.
The valor of each warrior brave, the magic that they knew,
In every fallen hero’s grave, their legacy shines through.
Verse 9
With every step he walks the past, the echoes rise anew,
The realm remembers every soul, whose courage saw them through.
The General, with heavy heart, surveys the rows so grand,
And whispers to the spirits here, “Your glory shall withstand.”
Verse 10
As the stars begin to fade, and dawn approaches clear,
The General leaves this sacred place, with reverence and cheer.
In the realm of legends old, their honor will abide,
For every hero’s tale lives on, in every breath and stride.
Verse 9
With every step he walks the past, the echoes rise anew,
The realm remembers every soul, whose courage saw them through.
The General, with heavy heart, surveys the rows so grand,
And whispers to the spirits here, “Your glory shall withstand.”
Verse 10
As the stars begin to fade, and dawn approaches clear,
The General leaves this sacred place, with reverence and cheer.
In the realm of legends old, their honor will abide,
For every hero’s tale lives on, in every breath and stride.
