The Winterlight Chronicles

Led by the fire of a thousand burning lights To a hillside of heroes who welcome me there. Am I lost to ambition, or might it be right that Before the light can burn another quite so bright… I’ll Storm through the gates to the strength that I hold inside By the might that’s burnt into my skin by birthrite! Blaze, in the pyres of a destiny that calls to the Warriors who never needed destiny at all… Request of the moonlight, that the sun sees my face; Let the gleam of my reflection all these doubts resign! I’ll go where the light goes, be it throne or be it cage, So my life reflects the truth that these words imply So Storm through the gates to the strength that I hold inside By the might that’s burnt into my skin by birthrite! Blaze, in the pyres of a destiny that calls to the Warriors who never needed destiny at all… I’ve always been worthy x3 I know that you know I’ve always been worthy x3 I know that you know If I aspire along the way to make amends, to forge a home in the memories of long forgotten friends, I only ask you’ll help me find (amidst the coil of harder times), A reason it’s worthwhile! Storm through the gates to the strength that I hold inside by the might that’s burnt into my skin by birthrite. Storm through the gates to the strength that I hold inside by the might that’s burnt into my skin by birthrite. Blaze, in the pyres of a destiny that calls to the warriors who never needed destiny at all… I’ve always been worthy x3 I know that you know I’ve always been worthy x3 I know, I know!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Here I stand, amidst the call Of courage I've been waiting for The only thing I cannot do is: Nothing at all Asked to hold the steady course To leave behind those giving more Do I admit the light within is Dim at its core? All my hopes, they burden me To give away the very hope that drives my self-belief If I don't ask the question, then I'm questioning the need Oh, no-one ever needed strength like me! Here I stand I've got my heart in hand It's made of oak and ash Someone tell me: am I worthy? Be at peace Please help my heart release All of this anxiety Someone tell me: am I worthy? Here I stand, with nothing but These embers of the heartless one I'm halfway to a hero Halfway coward, I've become Now I've grown to this repose To author all the days enclosed As those I cannot change Unless I change my soul All my hopes, they burden me To give away the very hope that drives my self-belief If I don't ask the question, then I'm questioning the need Oh, no-one ever needed strength like me! Here I stand I've got my heart in hand It's made of oak and ash Someone tell me: am I worthy? Be at peace Please help my heart release All of this anxiety Someone tell me: am I worthy? Oh will I be worthy? Will I be worthy? Will I be worthy or... Here I stand I've got my heart in hand It's made of oak and ash Someone tell me: am I worthy? Be at peace Please help my heart release All of this anxiety Someone tell me: am I worthy?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Lonely is the hollow man If hollow he deserves Light the eyes fantastic, see the ice upon my earth Time embrace the frost and lace that coats the iron skin My ichor knows the cold but tempers 'gainst the lonely wind If tomorrow yet belies defeat Lie with me! This home, I know, a siege upon my soul Defy, deny, defend a bitter life! My shoulders grow with every hope I hold; The ice and I will stand, we bleed upon the frozen land I am hope envisioned, but the eyes are not my own… Fill the patchwork prophecy, and fill the hollow soul Exile my poeticals to mountains by the sea; Merge for me, the choice and the truth we weave! If tomorrow yet belies defeat Lie with me! This home, I know, a siege upon my soul Defy, deny, defend a bitter life! My shoulders grow with every hope I hold; The ice and I will stand, we bleed upon the frozen land Light enshrine, can faith yet justify? Who am I, to decide here? Ice descend, on the eyes shaded and embered, that hope may brace these arms of mine! Take my hand, teach me who I am Storied soul, depend upon my own Life rely on more than do or die The ice and I will stand, oh ichor mine… This home, I know, a siege upon my soul Defy, deny, defend a bitter life! My shoulders grow with every hope I hold; The ice and I will stand, we bleed upon the frozen land

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025