As Buried Spirits Stir

And I watched the sun cross the sky
A thousand thousand times
From within this tomb of earth
Waiting patiently for the sign.

To be called by those who would summon us forth to wander once more
Under the waning moon across the bleakness of the fens.

Once, many centuries ago, we were kings
Of an age now forgotten
Our dominion absolute
Our realms bound only by black seas and cliffs of ice.

By sword and fire, blood and honour, we exacted our rule
Commanding the landscape with dread force, bereft of mercy.

Now, we can hear the calling of desperate souls
Who have stood and watched these ancient fields raped
Scars run across what once was ours
Through the dust of ages, rage stirs us to walk once again.

To stride unbound and unfettered under a shroud of twilight
Our pales eyes surveying the rotten remnants of a once-proud kingdom
The winds howl, the trees shiver, the harriers scream
As our deathmarch begins again.