The Embers of Tranquillity
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A fight against overwhelming odds

The Embers of Tranquillity

As I sit upon the meadow,

As I sit upon the meadow, a dreamlike world at ease,

As I sit upon the meadow, a dreamlike world at ease, the rushes, elms, and grasses,

As I sit upon the meadow, a dreamlike world at ease, the rushes, elms, and grasses, caressed by lazy evening breeze.

The sunset glows on honeyed towers,

The sunset glows on honeyed towers, the gentle river flows behind,

The sunset glows on honeyed towers, the gentle river flows behind, if only this could last forever,

The sunset glows on honeyed towers, the gentle river flows behind, if only this could last forever, if only nothing preyed upon my mind.

But I know they're coming,

But I know they're coming, soon a rabble through the gate,

But I know they're coming, soon a rabble through the gate, vicious thugs come to smite me,

But I know they're coming, soon a rabble through the gate, vicious thugs come to smite me, and condemn me to my fate.

I spoke truth to power, yes I did,

I spoke truth to power, yes I did, but the power spat it back,

I spoke truth to power, yes I did, but the power spat it back, an explosion of indignance,

I spoke truth to power, yes I did, but the power spat it back, an explosion of indignance, a hail of red hot flak.

I look upon my fire,

I look upon my fire, warming my cold hands,

I look upon my fire, warming my cold hands, as another battle comes,

I look upon my fire, warming my cold hands, as another battle comes, to spill blood upon these lands.

I can hear them in the city,

I can hear them in the city, a clatter of metal upon stone,

I can hear them in the city, a clatter of metal upon stone, what a fool I was to offend,

I can hear them in the city, a clatter of metal upon stone, what a fool I was to offend, the children on the throne.

They pour onto the meadow,

They pour onto the meadow, a crowd bigger than the past,

They pour onto the meadow, a crowd bigger than the past, but I will not surrender,

They pour onto the meadow, a crowd bigger than the past, but I will not surrender, I will fight on to the last.

They storm across the landscape,

They storm across the landscape, a horde of spikes and mail,

They storm across the landscape, a horde of spikes and mail, it will take every ounce of my skill and luck,

They storm across the landscape, a horde of spikes and mail, it will take every ounce of my skill and luck, to live to tell this tale.

The fire before me ebbs away,

The fire before me ebbs away, but one ignites inside,

The fire before me ebbs away, but one ignites inside, a growing inferno of resistance,

The fire before me ebbs away, but one ignites inside, a growing inferno of resistance, of necessity, and pride.

With a defiant grip, I draw my sword,

With a defiant grip, I draw my sword, it's the end of sweet civility

With a defiant grip, I draw my sword, it's the end of sweet civility as careless feet trample-crunch,

With a defiant grip, I draw my sword, it's the end of sweet civility as careless feet trample-crunch, through the embers of tranquillity.

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