In what once was a peaceful village A young man cried out to the ashen sky He, a simple peasant, and some raven high The only survivors of a brutal pillage The vision he got when returning home His town in ashes, all inhabitants dead Tears coloured his soft eyes all red No comfort for he who's left alone The sight of his beloved wife, killed His poor heart broke, forever chilled This is how innocence diesâe¦ This is how a tragedy beginsâe¦