In the vacant echoing halls they stood
As brothers of oaths and armor would
In the warming light of the castles tower
Listening to the bells call the hour
Held tightly and bonded with tears and frost
Over a loved companion lost
Wounded souls but stronger still
Persevering they must remain
To ensure their brothers
Sacrifice was not in vain
Gathering themselves in courage
And binding their wounds tight
Prepare to take their swords to battle
Once more to end the fight
Blood is shed in scarlet drops
Though hidden under gauze
To hide the countless children slain
For this their hopeless cause
A storm brews in the distance
Each drop a lash that stings
Against the countless rhythm set
To an army of Beatless wings
Take flight, the spirit of your lost
Companion is with thee
And with the light of a thousand stars
At last let them be set free
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