Son of Korhan


See the shooting stars up there in the sky
The master's tears of grief seem like red rain
Above the battlefield of Antarox IV
The nova rider is in orbit, overseeing his realm

True born is gone
High lord of Korhan
Worship his name
In memory of Ranasul
We make this claim

Feel the pressing gloom lasting for days
The masters vibe of sorrow banned every light
Down on the battlefield of Antarox IV
His banner men sit tight for orders, death watching the tomb

True born is gone
High lord of Korhan
Worship his name
In memory of Ranasul
We make this claim

Ranasul the bearer of hope
Second stone of their mighty four

Fallen in the battle of Sûrr
Our bond ends here
You rendered your vows

Your glory credits
Everlasting fame
We mark and honour
Your dying day

Ranasul the bearer of spear
Youngest lord from a noble house
Your sudden death was a shock
But your sacrifice won‘t be for nothing

Your deeds be forever extolled
Your mind will enter the hall of gods
The earthly presence you lost
But we never forget you, the prodigal son

Your glory credits
Everlasting fame
We mark and honour
Your dying day

Everlasting...
Everlasting....
Ilior kneels before the tomb
Raises his sword for a last salute

True born is gone
High lord of Korhan
Worship his name
In memory of Ranasul
We made this claim

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