House Of Heros Lyrics - Battlelore

The man and the ghost will meet again 

In the night when it snows, never quiet, never cold 

Hear their calling, lost lords to cast the ride, white spears in their hands, pointing towards the sky 

The ancient echoes from the wielded jaws, the bones and the scales, the forgotten lore 

The calm of the night, lighting the flame 

In the night when they haunt the curtain shall fall 

Heroes and fools, all together, all the same, statues of the restless 

Gallery of the drowned and the pale 

The man and the ghost will meet again on the marshes of the old, though silent when it snows