Spire of Fate

From the eyes of the undying...
From the eyes of the undying...
From the eyes of the undying...

So, they come to mop the fields of war
So, they come to clean the shields and gore

So, when all the screams and cries are spent
When the swords and shields and men are rent

Time and will and pride taken thrall
The three scour the wastes to reap from the fall

So, the spire of Fate wends, calls the holy sands

All men run

In vain

From the Morrígan



Credits
Writer(s): Sol Ether
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