We met a boy

And so we stood when mountains fell,
We couldn't feel, we couldn't tell
whether it was a disaster or a dream,
but it was clear, that devil let out the steam.

We drew our swords for the final cut,
yet nothing did we find except a hut
in which a boy was crying and hidden
from our dream - for him forbidden.

The boy was scared and that was clear
but his eyes showed anger and not fear.
He grabbed my sword and stabbed my heart
yet thankfully for me he missed that part.

Then Raakel cut the kid with sharpened sword
taught not to feel sorrow as he was born a nord.
The boy was clearly crazy or obsessed,
his Death, we prayed, was for the best.

My wounds were treated, we went away
looking for survivors or at least some prey
so we could stand, when mountains fall,
so we could wait for the Creator's call.