Testo di 'Oshrjad Bonebreaker' di Clamavi De Profundis

If you didn’t see my face, what would you see?
If you didn’t hear my voice, what would you hear?
The worth of my existence, is proven through my choices
For from the heart flows villainy or virtue

The night and its terrors have driven you here
This place where the traveler rests from his fear
I’ll tell you the tale of someone condemned
He sits and he sings till he meets with his end

Come, then, sit, and hear my story. It is the story of Oshrjad bonebreaker
Ah, I see you know of this orc
But do you know the entire tale?

Can noble heart be found in one
Whose kind but evil things hath done?

Though abandoned at birth, stunted and frail
The forest bemoaned that his spirit prevailed

He trained, and excelled in the eyes of the horde
His conquest was made by the edge of his sword

An animal skull adorned his belt
His shoulders were crowned by a massive pelt
His iron for cleaving was thick and long
His body of war, leather and strong

In the wake of his sword, trembled my lord
And the thousands that died at the hands of the horde

And the spirits on high, sang in the gloom
Only evil so great could bring so much to doom

Indeed it is true, he was evil and dark
His struggle was one of a man with a mark
Cursed be his birth, praised be his death
Kill every orc that has ever drawn breath

Your words shine with truth, as embroidered with gold
Nothing but vileness, hardness and cold
Is found in the heart of such ancient perversion
All good must oppose it with deepest aversion

And yet, elven friend, if you had your way
If oshrjad bonebreaker had not lived a day
He’d never been tortured, nor hate to have seen
Another soul suffering, nor felt it so keen

Every crack of their whip made oshrjad defiant
Ashamed of his past, he rose like a giant
To free from the horde, a dwarf they had chained
Cursed be his kindness, his soul had been stained

With vengeance and hatred, howling and fury
The horde sought to kill him, a thousand blades would bury
But oshrjad escaped them, awaiting the night
When the horde would find him, set all things right

If oshrjad be changed, where is he now?
So we may stand with him no matter how?
He sits here before you, and lo: They have found him