Frost may cover...
Silence may gather...
Yet truth...
Still stands...
No banner flies above this hill,
No throne commands the northern still.
Only a stone that greets the dawn,
Long after every age has gone.
The moss has veiled forgotten signs...
Yet not the soul beneath the lines.
If every face is lost...
What refuses to disappear?
You may forget my face...
Never forget my way.
You may lose my name...
Not the truth I gave.
Time can weather bone and sky...