Amberdawn

Romuald was the golden child and embraced 
His king died in coldest winters war 
His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire 
It should be his amberdawn 

Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes 
The battle was lost and he had no time to cry 
While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose 
And he'd face his amberdawn 

Romuald chose the way 
For glory to the brave 
Ancient black and fire sin 
The fortress burned in silent din