Eagle's End, written, arranged, and adapted by A.C. Pritchard. Taken from MORTAL DESCENT, Book One of the Arkae Chronicles
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EAGLE'S END
As the Storm God rose up
When the rogue bulls came
He shielded kin Earned his true name
Winter's cruel mark
Where his nose once stood
He fought for his family
As any orc would
Through winter's black nights
He turned to face the dread
Himinn Hoarfist born in
Blizzards of bloodshed
The flying ship
Of bones and of skin
Known as Evening Star
Where the story begins
King Taivas the Eagle
So ancient so wise
Held his court among
The birds in the sky
With his magic crystal
And one eye aflame
He spoke of how destiny
Whispered his name
“Seek ye Land of Summer’s gold
So that I may rest my weary bones”
A crew of orcs
With two thralls behind
Gathered around as
The stars all aligned
With Hoarfist in front
Twin sons by his side
Unlucky Usik
And Kiru the Kind
Red Raken the savage
Limp Laver half blind
She-wolf protect us
Their homeland behind
Into storms raging
With crimson might
Evening Star's first trial
On the Eagle's last flight
Across the Endless Water they flew
Seeking lands where the warm winds blew
Bygar the Builder
A giant of this brood
Guided the ship as
The tempest grew
At last they beheld it
This fabled shore
Snow kissed only peaks
Winter was no more
Forests teemed with life
Foreign colors ablaze
Warm water and sunlight
Left the crew in a daze
In an old glade of Summer
Where shadows lay low
Beneath trees where
Warm wind would blow
With solemn pride
And a bittersweet glow
It was the end of the Eagle
The King's final show
As the dusk settled in
And with somber grace
The crown was passed
To Himinn’s embrace
“HAIL HELLFIST!”
Echoed through the trees
As the crystal came alive
In the evening breeze
“HAIL HELLFIST!”
A dragon descended
Like thunder its flight
King Himinn stood firm
To claim his birthright
With a bolt of red lightning
He struck his foe down
Took the beast's head as
Red rain fell all around
“HAIL HELLFIST!”
Yet none would return
When the journey turned dim
Only one thrall
With whispers so grim
He sang of the glory
The battles they’d won
Chronicled the saga
When all was done
Thus through the ages
Their story shall flow
A Saga of Sunsets
Where the warm wind blows
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