Hero's
By: David Painter
The sails at sea carry our tears
as the purifying flame burn
our fallen heroes have returned
A song is offered up
for their brave deeds
a prayer to the gods so their names can live on .
A thousand valleys with a thousand trees
the sea is red with blood
red with their memory's
there is a sound in the forest
a light in the great hall
the trees now blow white in the wind
a sudden chill after a warm sunrise
our prays are like water flowing uphill
for there is blood against the gothic stone
and the great hall has grown cold
life for three hundred years
peace forever more,
our heroes have returned.
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