The Rising Of The Warhammers

Of the remembres of a man
Bring shadows from the past
Of hard struggles for the power
And surviving one more night.

These remembers bring him back
And from the shadows, rays of light arise
A shinning memory, the purest beauty
Walking always by his side.

He remembers a voice by the bonfire
And the warm of the flesh meeting flesh
And the voice was as soft as the breeze
Of the ocean after the storm.

Because they had survived, and so
These words were always said:
“…and in the battles to come I just want you to know
I´m your shiel, the shadow to look after you”.

Why do we fight?
Why do we die?
To be remembered once we are embers?
To be praised once we are ashes?
When perhaps, nothing matters.

Because men fear other men
Weapons were born, from coward minds
Which need not to be strong
Just defeat what they can´t by their own hands.

He remembers a voice by the bonfire
And the warm of the flesh meeting flesh
And the voice was as soft as the breeze
Of the ocean after the storm.

Because they had survived, and so
These words were always said
“…and in the battles to come I just want you to know
I´m your shiel, the shadow to look after you”.

The rising of the warhammers is the rising of the weakness to rule the world!!

An arrow flown like an eagle
Looking for preys to hunt
Her hand was cold and he hold her
To feel her final breathe.

These remembers bring him back
And from the shadows, rays of light arise
A shinning memory, the purest beauty
Walking always by his side.

Now he is the one who watches
His blood being shed on the fields
And so a vision…a ray of light
Comes from the shadows to take his hand.