The sun rose...

On the field of battle stained.

Spears like spines in skyward pose...

Shields lye cracked, their metals maimed.

Like those who wielded them... ...

The tools of war lye slain...

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A silent scream...

From the noble beast's throat...

The stead of war is broken.

...and looming like a tower,

With tusks as its sharp token,

The elephants that trumpeted, despite the pain,

Cannot be woken...

-

Oh lords... see these fields, everything's gone, hopes fallen...

Our king has gone where men cannot go,

Now the spirits keep him...

-

From high above upon the winds... a hissing sigh...

That shakes the soul of memories old, and days gone by.

Black membrane wings, the fell beasts cry...

Past broken towers white. Where fly the birds that sang

So sweetly?

-

Refrain:

Away... away...

Now we... must fly...

To sing... again...

When light... is nigh...

Repeat.

-

Upon the field the Ur-uki recall the kill,

They make no sound. For even they,

Can sense that fate has gone astray...

Bellow the mourning sun they gaze in silence to the hill.

Where once the city stood, and for a moment...

All is still...

-

Refrain:

Away... away...

Now we... must fly...

To sing... again...

When light... is nigh...

Away... away...

Now we... must go...

Till death... we meet...

Or hope... we sow.