In the shadow of a mountain tall,

A battlefield lies, it's war now done.

Quiet now, the birds do crow

At the victory and feast they'll soon enjoy.

But above the soulless bird's dull cries

Another cry is heard and mourned.

Lives were lost in that battle grim

But one still left alive, yet dead.

A woman kneels upon the ground,

The bodies littering around.

Upon her lap her sword does rest,

Stained with blood of the foes now slain.

Foes slain, indeed, but still she mourns

Keening for the loved ones lost.

For, war won or not, the lives are gone

And now she's left to grieve and moan.