After suffering a devastating defeat at the hands of the Sinisterians, the survivors from the Nocturnian stronghold separate into two groups: One that will press forward and try a last gasp attempt to rescue their captured loved ones, and another that will take the children, injured, and elderly in the opposite direction, towards a Haven in the Shadows. In the event that the rescue mission is unsuccessful, this group can keep the bloodlines flowing and keep the Nocturnian spirit and heritage alive.
One of those leading this group is Svengard, the village currier. While on their trek through the wilderness he is feeling the weight on his shoulders to lead this group to safety. He is also lamenting the events which sent them on this mission.
COMIC PLACEMENT: Tales From Nocturnia: Issue 3
lyrics
No longer are these lands our home,
Our once grand civilization
Has been erased from the planet earth
By the overzealous,
Who believe that to right
Perceived injustices,
They must inflict their own atrocities
(Chorus)
So now I’m overwhelmed
by this burden,
This task entrusted to me
To lead this band of survivors few,
Towards a destiny unknown
And away from these lands
that we knew so well
Which now serve only as
a sepulcher, a tomb, a grave
And a gathering place
for the souls released
From their earthly dwellings
and cast into the afterlife
I feel the weight of my forefathers,
Pressing down against my spine
I hear their voiceless echoes,
Once calling out for rescue
Now just pleading to not be forgotten
The brethren whose existences
Were eradicated
Cultures vaporized, holy houses defiled
In the name of redemption,
Our innocent have paid the toll
How hollow are the spoils,
Of their misguided conquests
(chorus)
So now I’m overwhelmed
by this burden,
This task entrusted to me
To lead this band of survivors few,
Towards a destiny unknown
And away from these lands
that we knew so well
Which now serve only as
a sepulcher, a tomb, a grave
The moonlit winter’s night,
Stars frozen in the foggy sky
Shine down upon the silent hills
Where the chilled winds' whispers,
Echo across the barren fields,
Then disappear.
Where vast generations,
Are now in slumber permanent
Never to awaken
Except in the dialogue
Of these survivors few
That now trek
into the wilderness
A future yet uncertain,
Our fate is still unknown
Our history now behind us,
The next chapter yet untold
We'll dream of peaceful sanction,
Of life without such remorse
We'll venture out united,
In search of our new life.
When will this vicious cycle
come to its long awaited end
Where beliefs aren't forced through
dictatorial domination
Let it be transformed,
Let it be transformed.
Into a place
Where those dedicated
to different paths,
Can coexist and share
Without fear of reprisals
and condemnation
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