Letras
From northern peaks, where iron will was born,
King Ferris rose, a kingdom clad in scorn!
For ancient magic, cloaked in shadowed grace,
A silent threat, to claim humanity's place!
No scrolls revealed, the wars of ages past,
No truth unveiled, how their dominion cast
A continental shadow, beyond mortal sight,
He saw just menace, in their mystic light!
"A good deed done!" he cried, with fervor bold,
"A tainted world, from darkness to unfold!"
Across the portal, gates of doom flung wide!
A thunderous charge, where fear could never hide!
With powder's fury, and a million swords,
To break the silence, of the Elven Lords!
Oh, Neferna falls! a blighted, forgotten land!
By human fire, and a fearful hand!
The Blue Weave witnesses a sacred scar!
A world remade, beneath a dying star!
The kingdom crumbles, a whisper in the breeze!
The ancient magic, brought down to its knees!
The Elven King, Tyrnamon, serene and wise,
Awoke to terror, in his people's eyes!
From Shylenor's halls, from Me Serine's green shore,
He mustered forces, for a final, desperate war!
One elf for ten, their arcane might so grand,
But numbers crushing, swept across the land!
At Farlora Fields, where glowing petals grew,
The bloodiest battle, soaked in crimson dew!
A hurricane of steel, a storm of magic bright,
They fought like legends, through the endless night!
They fought with fury, for their hallowed home!
But human tides, no spirit could o'ercome!
A forced retreat, to Laotheas' last stand,
King Ferris watched, with victory in his hand!
Oh, Neferna falls! a blighted, forgotten land!
By human fire, and a fearful hand!
The Blue Weave witnesses a sacred scar!
A world remade, beneath a dying star!
The kingdom crumbles, a whisper in the breeze!
The ancient magic, brought down to its knees!
The capital burned, a beacon in the dark,
A final gamble, a fading, precious spark!