Adlersburg Fell

…Hear it…? The wind off the mountains… It still carries the fall. Before the frost… before the flame… Before the Gorgon carved his name… There stood a keep of iron pride… With dwarven stone… and banners wide… The watchfires burned through every night… Steel held fast… against the blight… And on the heights the duke would stand… The last true lord… of western land… Adlersburg… your towers are gone… Broken stone… still mourns the dawn… From the heights… the duke was thrown… Frozen blood… on shattered stone… They came in storm… they came in night… Dead men walking… without light… From Wierech’s fields… from Dauern’s graves… An army born… of winter’s slaves… The walls held firm… the gates did stand… Till death itself… took command… No mortal host could break that line… But rot and frost… and curse divine… Adlersburg… your towers are gone… Broken stone… still mourns the dawn… From the heights… the duke was thrown… Frozen blood… on shattered stone… He built those walls to never fall… To outlast kings… to outlast all… Yet pride climbed high where reason failed… And winter answered… iron paled… They say he fell without a cry… No final curse… no last goodbye… Only the wind to take his breath… And carry him… to frozen death… No crown remains… No banners flown… Only ice… …and broken stone… Adlersburg… your towers are gone… Broken stone… still mourns the dawn… From the heights… the duke was thrown… Frozen blood… on shattered stone… Wierech still stands… …but not as before.