Amberdawn

Amberdawn
Romuald was the golden child and embraced
His king died in coldest winters war
His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire
It should be his amberdawn
Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes
The battle was lost and he had no time to cry
While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose
And he'd face his amberdawn
Romuald chose the way
For glory to the brave
Ancient black and fire sin
The fortress burned in silent din