Another Goblin song, but it seemed appropriate for the day after All Saint’s day. Not everything ends in darkness. Even for Goblins.
Twisted forms and battered souls,
Empty eyes, and strength’s dire toll,
Shattered limbs as spirits break,
How much more can a soul take?
A solace found in soaring words
Joy sung soft for frightened herds.
A clash of wills in bitter song,
A fire kindled, small but strong.
A single soul shields memories
From time’s deep past which he flees.
From place to place he sings their doom,
In bitter heart, a walking tomb.
Yet one day the soul must rest
In other lands, bright and blessed.
His songs of woe are met with light,
And hope revealed in bitter night.
From sullen darkness into day,
A long lost soul has found his way.
Though songs of sorrow still come true,
Songs of hope are sung anew.
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