Let Frostmourne Hunger

One soul... for the power to save them. Does it promise that... or do you? The bread was warm. The bells still rang. Behind each door, the fever sang. By dawn, the hands that held their own Would drag the plague to every home. I gave the order. Heard them pray. No road unbloodied led away. I could not save them from the flame; I would not let death wear their names. I searched for one more spell to try; We had no hours left to buy. I will not call these ashes clean, But I have seen what you have seen. I'll take my place beside the flame. You will not bear this night alone. I sailed beside you through the cold; The sword was promising control. I touched your wrist. I spoke your name. Your hand drew back. You broke its claim. My people need their prince. Not another master. Let Frostmourne hunger in the stone. It will not make my heart its own. I'll face the dark with mortal hands, Still sworn to shield these wounded lands. No vow can make the fallen rise; No crown can pay for stolen lives. But while one heart still beats for home, We will not let it beat alone. We left that cursed blade in stone, And fought our way through white unknown. Mal'Ganis laughed beyond the storm; I chose the men that I could bring home. The dead pressed down from ridge to shore; We counted hundreds - then no more. Jaina's wards bought one more mile; Muradin held the broken file. Three walked aboard through blood and snow; Behind us, graves we'd never know. I sailed back with no victory won - But still a prince, a friend, a son. Ner'zhul still whispered from his throne; We could not fight that war alone. The dwarves dug in; the elves held fast. Your hammer broke the ranks that passed. I wove the wards around the breach; Still there were homes we could not reach. Fresh banners sailed away each spring; Torn cloth was all some ships could bring. We burned our fallen, blessed the pyres, And fenced the north with warning fires. Let Frostmourne hunger in the stone. It will not make my heart its own. I'll face the dark with mortal hands, Still sworn to shield these wounded lands. No vow can make the fallen rise; No crown can pay for stolen lives. But while one heart still beats for home, We will not let it beat alone. Some nights I count the men we lost. Some nights I wonder what I cost. I would have borne that curse alone. Instead, their mothers wait at home. I will not say they died for us, Or weigh their blood against our love. They fought for homes beyond our own. We'll build for those who stand alone. In Lordaeron, the bells rang clear; My father rose, and you drew near. You eased the ring across my scars; We spoke our vows beneath the stars. White roses on the empty chairs, Old friends remembered in our prayers. Our daughter steals your gloves at dawn; Our son makes towers on the lawn. You kneel to hear their small commands. They place their whole world in your hands. Let Frostmourne hunger in the stone. It never made your heart its own. These hands that held against the night Now hold our children in the light. No vow can make the fallen rise; We will not teach our children lies. Their laughter fills this wounded home. We did not reach its doors alone. Far north, the watchfires burn. At home, our children sleep.