The Healer’s Lament

by Wenceslas Farrier

I did be being writing this song something upon a year ago, when on Gallathrix many did be poisoned, and all of my arts did prove to be being of no use. Alas, as the year did be passing, that did be being the case on too many a time.

As I do be being remembering, Miss Aldain did be being of great help in the construction of certain of the lines.

You lie on that field with your face to the sky,
as life ebbs away do you know that you’ll die?
Do you think you’ll wake with your friends all around
or lie forgotten on the cold lonely ground?

What words are there for a life that’s lost?
What words of comfort against that cost?
Sorry’s all that I can say,
one word against the fading day.

Every Lion knows that the healers come through,
they’ll never let you down, to duty they’re true.
When will you know the Elysium has sailed?
When will you understand that this time I’ve failed?

What words are there for a life that’s lost?
What words of comfort against that cost?
Sorry’s all that I can say,
one word against the fading day.

Because the light is fading fast from your eyes,
though I let loose power you’re never to rise.
No matter how I craft it, soon you are gone,
a name for a list, one more hero for song.

What words are there for a life that’s lost?
What words of comfort against that cost?
Sorry’s all that I can say,
one word against the fading day.

Your name will be praised for many a year,
you died with great honour, so be of good cheer.
But what comfort’s that now that you’re in a grave?
Yet another good friend that I couldn’t save.

What words are there for a life that’s lost?
What words of comfort against that cost?
Sorry’s all that I can say,
one word against your dying day.

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