Lament of the Bleak Wind

The Bleak Wind Blows,
monster they cried!
They insult the corpse,
of a hero who died.
From his kingdom now,
he is always apart.
But he wants their souls
no need for their heart.
He walks with the rotting,
lives though he died.
There was no light
the priests had lied.

The Bleak Wind watches
and what does he behold?
People of the light,
and the heroes they sold.
From the ebon keep,
all is not still.
Is that movement,
upon his hill?
He thinks of her now,
but something is not there.
She is meaningless now,
not suffering to bear.

The Bleak Wind Howls,
and where that storm blows.
A war horn shall sound,
and Bitter it snows.
Winters Bite Glows blue,
frosty fog is around.
His heart might be frozen,
but his souls still abound.
And at the very Depths,
of that tormented soul pit.
Angry and broken,
his own does sit.