verse The night you left, the world was still, the pines bowed low with frost. You laid your sword beside you then, accepting what was lost. The snow blew soft across your armor, as if to keep you warm, And none can name the quiet vow that shields us still from harm. chorus Hear us through the winter winds that circle where you lie. We keep your tale alive below, and lift it to the sky. And though the snows may bury roads, they can’t erase your tracks, You’re not a ghost the ages lost, but one we’re calling back. verse They say your sword once shone like dawn, a shield in every war. The tales speak your name in thanks, with voices soft with lore. Some feel a watcher on the heights, with calm and steady hand, Guarding roads and hidden paths across your chosen land. chorus Hear us through the winter winds that circle where you lie. We keep your tale alive below, and lift it to the sky. And though the snows may bury roads, they can’t erase your tracks, You’re not a ghost the ages lost, but one we’re calling back. verse If ever France should cry again with trembling voice and fear, The stories say the ice will break and you’ll at last appear. Not called by fame or mortal wish, nor by the crowns of yore But only when the heavens speak, and bid you rise once more. outro So rest within the frozen heights until the moment’s due, And when the fated hour comes, your vow will carry through. Hear us through the winter winds that circle where you lie. We keep your tale alive below, and lift it to the sky. And though the snows may bury roads, they can’t erase your tracks, You’re not a ghost the ages lost, but one we’re calling back.
