Nine Lords gave their final breath,
Nine were taken by the stain,
Nine Lords died the second death,
And only I remained.
Long they lingered in time-lost tombs;
Now at last, the Tenth returns,
To seal the shadow that consumes,
And re-forge a Light that ever burns.
The strong shall stand, heads held high,
Despite the Darkness drawing near,
When Iron shines before the blight,
The Dark will quake with fear.
Sorrow-forged from kindred slain,
Gold it blazed with heart-ache’s flame.
Now begins its second reign:
Our brightest Iron will rise again.
- The Second Forging // Lord Saladin