Long Dead Cries

i have heard the battles call,
echoing down this old knight's hall.
i have heard those silent screams,
of vanquished foes who haunt my dreams.

i have heard those goustly songs,
of bitter hate and long-dead wrongs.
i have heard this wailing cry,
of weeping spirit as again it dies.

Come listen now and i'll tell you tales,
of a noble kight who one day fails,
to set his captured bretheren free.
You see that knight was me!

One dark and dissmal nite,
WE thriteen set out to fight
A very vast and mighty hoard
The army of the Midnight Lord!

But i fear we were greatly outnumbered
And my brave bothers were already incumbered
With the wounds of battles long past
We feared this fight may be our last!

As the enemy's vast legion grew near,
Me and my brothers fought through our fear
Towards us they came, like some mighty flood
And we set to bathing the land in their blood

But in the end we were simply to few,
and i only at last had broke through.
In to the forest, to safety i ran,
as behind me the torture began.

But for my terror i could not turn round,
and soon my grief had bournd me to ground
So i hide slept and lay waiting for dreaming
but even at rest i could here my friends screaming

And so i've regreated, to this very night,
That me and my brothers went down to that fight...
And so now i wander alone,
Naught left of my friends but markers of stone.