Albion Calls

Bells over Bowerstone, soft through the snow, A music box whispers what children should know. One coin for a promise, one wish for a name, Then the tower took everything, leaving only flame. I woke in the alley with ash in my lungs, A hero unmade before songs could be sung. With a blade, with a pistol, with will in my hands, I followed gold trails through the bones of this land. I watched from the silence where lost memories sleep, Through Oakfield's green valleys and Wraithmarsh so deep. You carried your sorrow where no one could see, But every scar written on you still remembered me. They called me a savior, they called me a sin. Albion listened to what grew within. For every bright blessing, for every dark stain, The world turns its face when you whisper your name. Albion calls through the night and the thunder, Follow the road where the old heroes fall. With pawprints beside you and stars torn asunder, Will you save one heart, or answer them all? Albion calls, and the Spire is burning, Love is a blade and a crown made of stone. Choose what you keep when the whole world is turning, A hero is made by the cost of the throne. I bought every doorway, I drank with the kings, I danced with the devils that charity brings. I laughed in the taverns, then prayed in the rain, Still heard your voice calling me out of my shame. I saw your eyes darken, I saw your light rise, A halo, a shadow, the truth in disguise. No legend is clean when the story is told, Some hands become gentle, some hearts become gold. If I could go backward, I know where I'd run. To the snow, to the window, before it was done. But time is a bargain no mortal can win, So stand at the ending and choose once again. Albion calls through the night and the thunder, Follow the road where the old heroes fall. With pawprints beside you and stars torn asunder, Will you save one heart, or answer them all? Albion calls, and the Spire is burning, Love is a blade and a crown made of stone. Choose what you keep when the whole world is turning, A hero is made by the cost of the throne. Gold for the hunger, Peace for the crowd, A door to the dead where no wish speaks aloud. One life beside me, A thousand unknown, The weight of the world in a tower of stone. Brother, beloved, Hero, beware. Sister, forgive me, I still feel you there. If mercy is cruel and if power is blind, Then leave me a song when the ending decides. Albion calls through the night and the thunder, Follow the road where the old heroes fall. With pawprints beside you and stars torn asunder, Will you save one heart, or answer them all? Albion calls, and the Spire is burning, Love is a blade and a crown made of stone. Choose what you keep when the whole world is turning, A hero is made by the cost of the throne. Bells over Bowerstone fade into dawn. I walk with the ghosts, but I walk on. Albion remembers the lost and the brave, Not by the wish, but the price that they gave.