War.

Songs of grace, songs of hope
Songs of forever and ever and a day gone by
The winds of fate do change their tone
The tones of flame do seem but sure
Moments passing into surer dawn
Some fraught with titan’s changing horn
Set the sail on tempestuous sea
Call the hymn of rhyme to be
Ancient of days ancient still
Solemn combat of farthest chill
Swords and weapons now lain to waste
More singing sigh the angel face
Past into the days of might and tale
Shine the armour break the bell
Tomorrow comes on wings of dove
The singing shade of Durendal