Smoking Ruins
For many years ago
\r\nHe left his home behind.
\r\nNo farewells or a note,
\r\nLike a thief he fled into the night.
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\r\nHeart full of foolish pride,
\r\nHe caused a death of his clans man
\r\nAll prophesies he denied,
\r\nAnd now in exile he grieves.
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\r\nHear the call of the fallen ones
\r\nWisdom of those whose time has gone
\r\nLive your life bravely my first born son,
\r\nOn battlefields fight, don't run.
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\r\nThe wheel of time keeps turning
\r\nA boy becomes a man.
\r\nBut still shame burns him.
\r\nAt last he understands.
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\r\nHe heads back to his homeland.
\r\nHe rides fast like a storm wind
\r\nBut the flames in the horizon,
\r\nTell there is only death to be found.
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\r\nBy the smoking ruins of his past life.
\r\nHe raises his hand to the skies,
\r\n\"Oh god of thunder,
\r\nGod of my fathers,
\r\nStrike me down for what I've done!\"
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