“Brothers of the Last Dawn”

Steel whispers in the cold night air,
Shadows crawl where the brave don’t dare.
Two brothers walk with fate in hand,
Their blood the price to guard the land

Into the fire, into the grave,
They march so their kin may be saved.
No crown, no glory, no songs to sing,
Only death’s embrace, the final king.

Eyes like embers, hearts turned stone,
They ride to war, but not alone.
Bound by oath, by blood, by pain,
Their sacrifice will not be in vain.


Into the fire, into the grave,
They march so their kin may be saved.
No crown, no glory, no songs to sing,
Only death’s embrace, the final king.

The drums of war, they thunder low,
The reaper waits where the black winds blow.
Brothers fall, but the family survives,
Their souls the cost, their deaths the tithe.

Into the fire, into the grave,
They march so their kin may be saved.
No crown, no glory, no songs to sing,
Only silence now… and the death of kings.

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