To me, what you did
An ancient feeling forbid.
You stole the one thing,
The one song I was afraid to sing.

What you did to me was
Against so many laws,
My own and yours,
Despite all the lost wars.

My field is now barren
With you, its baron.
Scorched earth hails your name.
I never expected to lose the game.

For fire was my witness,
I was alive and fearless.
Neither God nor glory
Would stop this story.

Some clock is always ticking,
Like my heart, constantly kicking.
Its own sound is hard to hear,
For it hasn’t an ear.

My walls are thin, trust me.
You will hear my plea.
For the one thing I can never get back,
My heart, which has gone cold, black.