🎵 Lyrics
They say he was born where starlight bends To kneel before both gods and friends A Solar’s son, an elven heir With heaven’s fire and forest prayer His cradle sang of war and grace Of distant realms, of borrowed place For even then the wise could see He walked between what was and would be He led the hosts of shining flame Where victory still tasted shame Against the dark that never yields Across the broken upper fields But every banner that he raised Was paid in lives and dying days And slowly joy and fury bled Until the war lived in his head His father saw the quiet cost Before the final light was lost And cast him down through veil and star To worlds untouched by endless war So Armand fell to greener ground Where living hearts still made a sound And there he walked with empty hand A stranger in a fertile land Then fire rose where mountains break An ancient wrath the earth did wake Red Jorruld came with wing and flame And spoke his challenge without name For seven days the world did shake With spell and claw and burning wake Till both stood equal, scarred and worn Two legends neither could outborn At last they sat where stones still steamed And spoke of things they’d never dreamed Of wasted pride and borrowed hate And worlds destroyed to prove their fate They swore no blade nor fire again Would scar this land for older pain And parted not as foes at end But fire and star reborn as friends He walked until the apples grew In quiet rows beneath the blue A place where battle left no trace And time itself seemed slow and kind There Armand laid his titles down No sword, no wing, no burning crown He brewed his days in wood and stone And called a gentle valley home A fairy bride, a laughing hall The turning leaves, the cider fall Children born of dusk and dawn While legends slowly carried on The general faded into myth But kindness stayed, and stayed with it And so the years went soft and deep Until he laid himself to sleep They say the sky burned red that day When ancient wings eclipsed the way For Jorruld came in true, vast form And bowed where mortal grief was born If dragons weep, then let it be For one who chose mortality And fire itself, grown still and slow Paid tears no flame could hope to owe Now cider steams and harps still sound Where once a greater fate was found And though his wars are far away His gentler choice still guides the day So sing his name both low and clear Not as a god, nor out of fear But as a soul who dared to end A legend—and become a friend