Letras
The city burned, and I was born,
From fire's cry to blood's forlorn.
Family bound by blade and tear,
I forged my name through loss and fear.
Friends fell, faith fled, still I stood,
A hero damned, misunderstood.
They crowned me champion, cursed and praised,
By ruin's hand, my soul was raised.
All that I lost, I keep inside,
A city's ghost I cannot hide.
Legacy of blood and flame,
Carved in grief, yet proud in name.
I am the storm, the line unbroken,
A hero's heart, by sorrow spoken.
I've carried graves within my chest,
And still the Maker grants no rest.
But love remains, though war may end,
For every scar became a friend.
Kirkwall's walls remember me
Each stone a scream, each step a plea.
Yet through the dark, my story stands,
A blood-soaked crown in trembling hands.
Legacy of blood and flame,
Echoed still by those who came.
If fate forgets, I will remind,
The heart endures - the world behind.
And when the ashes meet the tide,
Remember - I survived.