Ashenfury Becomes Grim
The strength of many can be defeated by the wisdom of one
The song of our ancestors can go without being sung
The virtues of battle can be snuffed by defeat
The victory of war can lie at the losers feet
I have stood alone and observed the timeless struggle
My choice to choose allegiance was something that I juggled
Then all came to a stop and silence fell upon my ears
And the smuggled notions of compliance alleviated my fears
Our trials became tasks
and gnomes were our victims
the tasks became rasp
as we graciously kicked em
Then came the fall of the once human King
we banded together and defeated the thing
His taunts and his minions were standing no match
We battled them hard receiving more than a scratch
Now the world shatters and we all gather arms
For the wings of an aspect flies over our farms
It spews forth fiery hatred so molten and hot
If we can't win this battle then the war was for naught