Deep,
Relics
Sleep,
Fragments
Of
The
Past
Linger
Until
The
Last
Battle
Horn
Sounds,
And
Warrior
Memories
Of
Youth
Are
Taken
From
The
Ground.
What
Remains
Of
Uncharted
Pains,
Cannot
Be
Seen,
And
The
Green
Verdure
Where
They
Lay
Is
Exposed
To
The
Light
Of
Present
Day,
Too
Late
For
Tears
That
Cannot
Bridge
The
Years.