Warrior Prince Of The Forest Glen

He stands alone on top of the hill.
Claymore in hand, he spies the truth,
The battle below is not of his will.
And hears the cries of slain innocent youth.

The conflict commenced before time began,
It marches ever onward without a pause.
The lovers and mothers pray for their men,
torn between what's right, their hearts and the cause.

But the warrior prince is alone on this hill,
The storm clouds surround his darkening mind,
And it will always be that way until,
The war is vanquished from a corrupted time.

The moment of his reflection is now past,
He joins the engagement as it raged before.
The battle cry rose and weapons clashed,
For the Clan, for the Honor and nothing more.