Set in a trance. All time forgotten.
Wind in my hair with the smell of flesh rotting.
Trees whither in this unholy ground
This place where a warrior was once cut down.
In a passionate moment, all time stood still
And the warrior became silent as his blood slowly spilled.
I feel a hand rest upon my shoulder.
For a brief moment, the air got colder.
I knew the presence but did not fear it
For we are to be one in spirit.
The skies are permanently blackened and bleak
And not a creature would dare to speak.
Forgotten warrior forgotten quest,
Cursed to never rest,
A heavy burden upon my chest,
As I stand entranced and become possessed.