Pillars of Mercy

I still admire the flow of echoing horns

Mimicking blows so boldly, I hear

I stand visibly, high, on this splendid bastion

To remember a High King, a tyrant of no fear

I am the first son, a commander with no father

"Fortuitous doom," the last of his predictions

I'll take advantage by igniting the balusters

Preparing enraged flames with sweltering speed

These are the Pillars of Mercy!

Today, I am callous

Tomorrow, I am king

Immortal, strong, exultant

And conquering

Pillars of Mercy!

My song and my word are iniquitous

Gathering assemblies in days gone by!

Fire burns with the Pillars of Mercy!

My chariot races through saw-toothed hills

And hurls through every valley and mere

Pillars of Mercy!

Watchtowers collapse before the lift of the twilight

I am swift in battle, my voice is heard

Pillars of Mercy!

Frost, fire, and wind are pelting all the columns

There is no dilution for them to fight again

Only three chariots are seen on charred plains

Through all the throngs and clusters, lambs and stallions

If you should speak to me now

Then I will clamber Tara's pinnacle

Why my father? Another damning scuffle?

I still admire the sound of echoing horns

Those were the Pillars of Mercy!

Frenzied vultures gnawed the necks of dead men

As the sturdy, gilded columns had seethed

Pillars of Mercy!

Enemies' blood spurted like volley sprigs

The blustery fight was planned, then fought

Flames flayed on the Pillars of Mercy!

Their vapid minds were troubled and sides were pierced

And warlike deeds had been fulfilled

Pillars of Mercy!

We saluted chieftains on the regal Tara

We hailed the tyrants that governed our waters

Pillars of Mercy!

Ah!

Strike!

There shall be no lack of dignity

For those who oppose them!

There shall be no lack of dignity

For those who oppose them!

There will be!

There will be

Pillars of Mercy!