Prologue
When I reminisce about all those yearsI see many things.Life and Death strung togetherlike the Mountains and Valleysin which we lived.
There was Wealth and Opulencebut also Tribulation and Loss.There was Laughter and Songand there was also Tears.But even more than TearsBlood was shed.And so many were leftto their unadorned Graves, unburied.
But to us Death was just another Journey.
And close by the Darknessthrough which we strodethere was also Light.The Lght of Life and Immortality.
And after All,When I reminisce about those years,I mostly remember our Songs.
We sang,as if to drown out the Soundof clashing Swords,as if the Battle Cries fell silent.
Because War had lost its meaning.