كلمات Archaic Magic A Cenotaph Below the Cursed Moon

The hills affected by November's grim spell Clothed the feeble robe with fiery enclaves Interwoven by the deep of barren crowns Atop rise the ashen marbly stronghold walls The pathway hidden under the ardent coat Persistently uphill till reach the cold mount Across this uncanny realm scattered The shrines of pallid supremacy Drowning among the frayed fields they persist The watchers old, ageless... Immortal Inscriptions carved aforetime Subsequently became obscure The kingdom once a proud entirety And once divided trebly As a figured funeral shroud To grace three distinct tombs The ornaments & emblems ever the same On each remembrance stone Be it knight, mage, priest A noble, an occult, a villain All them aligned by upright eternity Yet cut by bounds and laid on foreign soil The rivers everflowing And the mountains keen crests Ordered to separate domains To lift castles and watchtowers Now countless ruined silent memorials At the land below the cursed Moon