Dawn of the Forgotten
There once was a legend of a being in long pastWith the might of the gods, but a heart frail as glassMany a folk had once gathered, many a voice in their praise Catching wind to the hillside, the king's blood a blazeFor their might was far certain, like flame of a beastSo the king sent his armies, and they fled to the eastTo kill upon prey, from father to sonUntil their might had lost favor, to no longer runTrapped in a cage, they were sent across seaTo die in the waves, to die in what's freeUntil fear wakes the memory that the night glimmers a starA star of long past, singing a name we call AlmarTo rise from the ashes, to a world set a blazeTo strike fear in our hearts, until none stands but praise…
