Laga, Ragalor - A Language Of Scars

No Drum Disturbed The Sleeping Sea…
The Old Ship Breathed Beneath Our Feet…
No Legend Waited In The Night…
Only Your Hand In Lantern Light…
I Traced The Spear-Line On His Side
The Wound He Took When Steel Came Wide
I Called Him Foolish, Cursed The Blade
But Underneath The Rage She Gave
Was Fear Too Proud To Speak Aloud
“I Almost Lost The One I Love”
My Anger Hid What I Could Not Say
I Heard The Love Beneath The Blame…
This Scar Says, “I Stood Between”
This One Says, “You Came For Me”
This One Keeps A Winter’S Blame