Below the guise of night...

The Knight & The Fiend

A night of storm, the weather was harsh,
I finally sought to end my march.
A camp, in the wild, a ranger's respite
But lo, my peace was nowhere in sight!

From darkness to darkest, the scene quickly spun,
upon a knight of humble silver, the greatest of men.
His gaze was set, his destiny fierce
For a fiend of the hells was before his eyes!

Behold! Lord Osan who stands for us all!
Sword at the ready, justice the call!
His words preaching peace, his blade swung a-high
Behold! The fiend be banished, lest all might die!

From whom do we hail, to what we become,
A few honorable souls, to joust for our dont
Many of darkness, many of wrongs,
Into the pits, our fates quickly wrung!

The Dale of Shadow, live up to your name,
the many are down, their lives in vain!
Never forget, the beautiful free,
Reach for your blade, for it be you and me!

Behold! Lord Osan who stands for us all!
Sword at the ready, justice the call!
His words preaching peace, his body now ache,
Behold! Raise up and fight in his wake!

Fear and torture, what have we done,
to allow such monstrosity in our sacred home?
The shadow looms over, what can we do,
but reach for the stars, and fight good and true!

Behold! Lord Osan who stands for us all!
Sword at the ready, justice the call!
His words preaching peace, his head it might roll,
Get up, free men and answer the call!