Where Once They Rode

Their sadness sounds from distant hills, Drums speaking strength, valor not lost Calling warriors to give might and will Victories now but at what cost. Now drums guide dancers' whirling feet Their sadness sounds from distant hills Warriors' hearts feel a quiet defeat Memories of greatness~silenced, still. Lilting birds' calls, flute answers trills Music caught in enchantment's lures Their sadness sounds from distant hills Voices of flute, lonesome and pure. Over vast land they hunted game Days now lost of conquests and skills Spirits sigh for those times untamed Their sadness sounds from distant hills.