Legacy of the Lost Kingdom

The stone-built halls are cold and gray

Our crown has crumbled to the clay

A nameless land, a quiet shore

But honor lives forevermore

Three hundred shields against the storm

To keep our sacred borders warm (ahhh)

For the forgotten kingdom we stand

Three hundred blades in the dust and the sand

Against the tide, we will hold the line

Their empire fades, but our spirits will shine

The iron clashes on the hill

The mountain air is sharp and chill

They fell like leaves in autumn rain

To shield our people from the pain

No songs are left to sing their praise No monuments for ancient

days But in the wind their names remain (remain!)

Three

hundred souls

One final breath...