Rise from Ash

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Umbra

The umbra, penumbra and antumbra are three distinct parts of a shadow, created by any light source after impinging on an opaque object. Assuming no diffraction, for a collimated beam (such as a point source) of light, only the umbra is cast. These names are most often used for the shadows cast by celestial bodies, though they are sometimes used to describe levels, such as in sunspots. more »

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Bleeding out
Encircled by death
I see the kingdom burn
I see it all in ruin
Open wound
Gauze of leaf
I make my limping walk
Across the fields to the gates
Corpses lie
Field of blood
The kingdom wide open
Torn apart
Body filled streets
Streets painted red
The kingdom on fire
Crumbling apart

From the brink of death
From the ruined kingdom
I carry on the legacy
The heathens will pay with their lives
Their cities will be painted with blood
Nothing of them will remain
With a heart full of hate
I will rise from ash

To the citadel
I walk the streets
Filled with former friends
Or at least from what I can tell
At the hall
Echoes of life
I go to the hidden doorway
To find the mysterious mage
Out he comes
Sick and dying
He speaks of evils
That have emptied the halls
Ancient spells
Revive my wounds
And he begins to fade
And dies by my side

From the brink of death
From the ruined kingdom
I carry on the legacy
The heathens will pay with their lives
Their cities will be painted with blood
Nothing of them will remain
With a heart full of hate
I will rise from ash

Beyond the keep
Beyond the walls
In the forest
I hear their chatter
By a burning log
They talk as friends
I sneak behind one
And I slit his throat
Throw my knife
I grab my sword
And I kill two more with ease
Their bodies lay to decompose
As I get
Back on my horse
Right through my chest
An arrow comes

From the brink of death
From the ruined kingdom
I carry on the legacy
The heathens will pay with their lives
Their cities will be painted with blood
Nothing of them will remain
With a heart full of hate
I will rise from ash

I lay still
He checks for sure
I pull it out
And stab his heart
I ride through
Night and day
Until I see the kingdom
A shit stain ripe for burning
They see me ride
Their soldiers attack
For a dying man
I killed a lot
And as they came
I get overwhelmed
Again I lie
But I will not rise

From the brink of death
From the ruined kingdom
Now only a memory
Few heathens payed with their lives
My kingdom painted with blood
Nothing of mine remains
With a heart no longer beating
I die in the dirt

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