Fires Of The Fallen

Behind the Backwoods
Concealed by the dark
A swamp that conceals a secret
A grave without a cross

Embraced by the black waters
Bottomless deep
Will of the wisp
Fathomless well
Your secret will keep
A tomb without a stone
Deceased without a name
Surrounded by the trees

Fires of the fallen
Faint flame in the dark
As a burial mark

Descendant unworthy to survive
Scion without a bloodline
A child without a life

Steel cold and whetted
Blade sharp and cruel
Blood trail in the water
Laid to rest the forsaken daughter