You know not the gravity of your mistakes.
Their realm now lies dead, and abandoned.
What allies there are, too few to aid the cause.
Others would argue that hope is a loss.
Torn are we in our visions of the truth.
Your arrogance and uncanny ignorance has turned you from the proof.
Error lies in your ways, hovers, haunts, stays.
Fought not for gold and glory.
But in favor of those who simply wish to tell their story.
Fought not for ourselves, and our own agenda.
But for the right, for justice, for the good of the small.
Yet you do not know at all, your folly led to their fall.
Now even still none hear us as we call.
Echoes, falling, fallen, fall…