We Have All Been Forsaken

A song written by Amayian, after the War with Corypheus, in honor of those who died during the Mage-Templar War, the Orlesian Civil War, and the War Against the Elder One. It was translated from a different language by his daughter Ralia, which is why there is little to no rhyming.

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As we march into the shadows, 

where dead things live, 

our hearts threaten to break like a shieldwall.

The Maker's light is thinning, 

Our world has become to rot, 

and all the good we grasp with trembling fingers threaten to slip out.

But we still march and march on, even when the shadows strike, 

to defend our homeland. 

Father, Mother, Sister, and my little Brother,

my heart bleeds grief and tragedy.

Those chants of flames has burned slowly out as the darkness sweeps around.

And yet the Maker has sent a man, a broken man like us;

to him we devote our blood, our Herald and our Inquisitor. 

And the horde of the False One comes like a thunderstorm to cut down that last speck of light. 

We march through war-torn land, where blood is as plentiful as mud.

Corpses litter the land like flowers, rising fleshly cliffs. 

We’ve gone to war; and we have gone astray. 

Peace is nothing more a dream, and brothers we left behind join those mounds in silence.

But we march on to see the rising of the dawn, though shadows grow thick about.

Freedom or a throne of gilded gold,

those are the reason so many lay bleeding to death.

They grasped the earth, like a mother’s blouse, 

tears staining cheeks and earth.

The weary eyes look up this war ghostly, 

hoping for the Maker’s eternal mercy.

And I wonder if I will be with them soon?

We have all been forsaken,

We have all been forsaken,

We have all been forsaken.

I walk among those mountains of corpses,

warrior and towns person alike.

None thought that day would be last, the lat to say goodbye.

Is this our fate? We do not know.

As we march on, the Maker only knows how many dawns we will see in this shadowy world.

The only thing I know is that the land is weeping for us.

We have all been forsaken, 

We have all been forsaken,

We have all been forsaken.

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