As Buried Spirits Stir

And I watched the sun cross the sky A thousand thousand times From within this tomb of earth Waiting patiently for the sign To be called by those who would summon us forth to wander once more Under the waning moon across the bleakness of the fens Once, many centuries ago, we were kings Of an age now forgotten Our dominion absolute Our realms bound only by black seas and cliffs of ice By sword and fire, blood and honour, we exacted our rule Commanding the landscape with dread force, bereft of mercy Now, we can hear the calling of desperate souls Who have stood and watched these ancient fields raped Scars run across what once was ours Through the dust of ages, rage stirs us to walk once again To stride unbound and unfettered under a shroud of twilight Our pales eyes surveying the rotten remnants of a once-proud kingdom The winds howl, the trees shiver, the harriers scream As our deathmarch begins again