Risen of the Moor - Velnias

The ages scorn those of ebon slumber beneath scattered mounds across the moors\nShattered legacies of the fallen — voices silent, yet not unheard\nHanging still in the evening mist their whispers linger\nResounding echoes of the past poised to awaken the spirits of the true\nWith the chilling gaze through panes of black grasping for any sense of being\nA rapture of maddening clarity — the ancestral seed begins to bloom\nSoil churns — awakening — rising through the decay\nEyes open to behold the silhouettes upon the moor\nClutch firm the spear passed unto us, with their wisdom we march to war\nThe noose is tied and waiting for long due sacrifice\nLet it be known despite the turmoil that never shall we be one…\nRobbed of essence are those to hang from our father’s oaken arms\nIn assurance that all once died for is never left to the worms…