Stone... awaken...
Carry what time cannot...
Rune by rune...
A heartbeat becomes forever...
No crown was laid upon this height,
No victor claimed the fading light.
Only an old hand, calm and slow,
Cut truth where northern wild winds blow.
Each mark was carved through love, not pride...
Each line kept one pure soul alive.
When voices vanish...
Who teaches tomorrow?
Write me not in gold... write me in hearts.
Write me where forever starts.
Not for the battles... not for the fame...
Remember the life behind the name.
A rune is more than carved stone...