Once upon a time, in a
land far away
We were born to win a
war
Prophecies sang of our
rise
Muses clothed us in
Destiny
Great kings shaped us,
guarded us, sold us
We were to be their
weapons
We were to be the
victors
We were many, we were
young
We were friends, we
were soldiers
We were to vanquish
pain and suffering
Trials and sorrow,
things we knew nothing of
The very evils
We were raised to
face.
At the age of
thirteen, we marched to war
We sang of battle, we
sang of honour
We sang to truth and
victory and the conqueror’s way
We did not sing of
failure, we did not sing of pain
We were ordained to
win, ordained to rule
Bright Perspective in
her bright war-chair
Drawn by bronzed
horses, armed with the best of weapons
Her mind unrivalled,
strategy unmatched
Despatching the fleet
and sure of foot
With a wave of her arm
O clearest of
thinkers, O unbending mind
When your chair was
stuck, your horses tired
Why didn’t we stop,
why didn’t we turn back
Why did we forget your
difficulties
In the midst of our
song?
Radiant Hope, she led every
charge
At the front lines
with courage aplenty
Whoops of daring to
share with us all
O braveheart, O
charging warrior
When the enemy’s
shafts and swords pierced you
Why did we let you
fall, in the midst of our song
How could we hope to
win without you at our fore?
A hundred enemies
could Strength knock out
With the force of a
single punch
O Hammer of God,
Pillar of Surety
We hid behind you,
trampled you
Your cries unheard
amidst our faltering song
A song of power, a
song of victory
A song Aged Wisdom
never got to hear
Shaky and slow, left
behind
You never made it past
the City Gates
Did you curse us? Did
you mourn us?
As our youthful
impatience rushed forward
And never looked back?
O Captain Resolve, Our
captain Resolve
Who forged on when all
was lost
When at last it was
just you and I
‘Twas I that betrayed
you, and ‘tis I who am left
The coward, the
traitor
The one that watched
us fall
‘Twas I that let the
Silence in, ‘tis I who shall nevermore be named
For now with what
remains of my thoughts
Now among the wreckage
of my dreams
Now there is only
Silence left, and that name shall I take
For even I fade away
to find
My cowardly solace in
Death
