In the quiet dawn of Plier's misty morn, I kneel before the hearth where embers fade, Conrain's eyes so wide, like a warrior born, Faruheir clings tight, in the shadows' shade. Little Laud, your laughter echoes through the hall, But tears now stain your cheeks as I stand tall. The call from Thenes pulls me to the fray, Orcs have claimed the land, and I can't delay. Little ones, hold the home while I chase the storm, Orc blades await, but your smiles keep me warm, Farewell my blood, till victory's horn. I hug you close, feel your hearts beat with mine, Whispers of promises in the flickering light, The weight of our future, a heavy design, To shield you from darkness, I march into night. The road to Thenes winds through hills of despair, Where brothers have fallen, and danger lays bare. Fear grips my soul, of a fate unforeseen, Yet duty commands, for the lands in between. Little ones, hold the home while I chase the storm, Orc blades await, but your smiles keep me warm, Farewell my blood, till victory's horn. Oh, sons of my heart, remember my face, In the tales Scar will tell of the battles we chase. If the gods grant me strength 'gainst the orcish tide, I'll return to your arms, with honor and pride. But if shadows prevail and I fall in the fight, Know your father's love burns eternal and bright. The door creaks behind as I step to the cold, Your voices fade soft like a dream growing old. With sword at my side and the men at my back, We ride for Thenes on the war-torn track. Protecting your laughter, your innocent play, From the fury that ravaged the homes in its way. Though fear whispers low of a grave far from here, Your faces will guide me through doubt and through fear. Little ones, hold the home while I chase the storm, Orc blades await, but your smiles keep me warm, Farewell my blood, till victory's horn. Till victory's horn... echoes home once more.
