Silver And Bones - Crimfall

Gone in all but gilded name

And line of sired kin

With bonds of honor, acceded claims

Inscribed to far more elder skin

Bred to war, like father like son

Revenge revived, we stand as one

Steep were the facades of fate

Retribution sought to invade

Like moths to flame, dull the blade

Against the walls assailed

Forage the fields

What blood they yield

Graves shall fall to seed

When done is my feast

God dines alone

On silver and bones

In defeat and loss, like father like son

None but strangers, you stand as one

Embalmed in silence, withdrawn…