Smoking Ruins
For many years agoHe left his home behind.No farewells or a note,Like a thief he fled into the night.
Heart full of foolish pride,He caused a death of his clans manAll prophesies he denied,And now in exile he grieves.
Hear the call of the fallen onesWisdom of those whose time has goneLive your life bravely my first born son,On battlefields fight, don't run.
The wheel of time keeps turningA boy becomes a man.But still shame burns him.At last he understands.
He heads back to his homeland.He rides fast like a storm windBut the flames in the horizon,Tell there is only death to be found.
By the smoking ruins of his past life.He raises his hand to the skies,"Oh god of thunder,God of my fathers,Strike me down for what I've done!"