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Forgotten

The battle's field before me lies
The blood-fed grass stained red.
A trampled, ravaged, sickly land.
A land on which the demon War was fed.

The plain is pocked with unmarked graves
Men whose valor came to naught.
Whose ghosts forever wander here
To haunt the ground where they once fought.

For death with honor and glory laced
Is dreaded not by men.
But these will know this glory not
Or e'en be given a thought again.

For who remembers ghosts of men
Whose causes with them died?
The glory and the honor fall
Upon the other side.

To these forgotten martyrs, salute!
My praises to your spirits go.
Your deeds are not forgotten though
Your cause has been laid low.

After centuries of dormancy,
Your banner flies again.
Your valor comes hence o'er the years
To give me strength within.

-Crow
-HAiL