For the fallen...

[Kianan]

Coming of the Conclave
The Conclave come. (x2)
It's time to make our stand now.
The fallen lost. (x2)
Our mem'ries must not falter.
We join our friends. (x2)
At the start of the end-times.
I say to you - (x2)
This is the final battle!
To those we lost.
In the flaming inferno.
Pitlochry gone.
Nothing left now but its glow.
We drink to you.
Those who had no chance - oh!
Ten thousands fall.
But in us they will live on!
On Orkneyjar.
Spits the fiery volcano.
The lava creeps.
All the island is consumed.
Our homes have gone.
How many thousands follow?
I swear to you.
They will indeed be avenged!
Berlin is gone!
And all of Lantia trembles.
Erin’s proud crown.
It aged and now a shadow.
And Millford lost.
While Mauritanja wallows.
Proud Bagdad crushed.
While Moonhaven it crumbles.
The Guilds as well.
None left alone in horror.
Ustica gone.
And with it all that knowledge.
The darkness comes.
Poor Rockholme taken with it.
We must not stop.
Until the Conclave tumble.
When Aeron fell.
The bodies piled around him.
Talisker fell.
A noble sacrifice made.
He saved Arcane.
So let his courage live on.
De’Brevick too.
How many more now must die?
They came at night.
Their poisoned daggers betrayed.
They got to Faint.
Sweet beauty lost forever.
Cailean fell.
And too our shining Laoch.
Angus McBain.
His loss we’ll feel forever!
The Conclave come. (x2)
It's time to make our stand now.
The fallen lost. (x2)
Our mem'ries must not falter.
We join our friends. (x2)
At the start of the end-times.
I say to you - (x2)
This is the final battle!
[Inspired by the Carmina Burana]
Not one that's likely to be sung, I know...