Where once there were two standing stones
Facing proudly in a field
One last broken on its side
Since the meeting of the spheres
Beneath that stone, a warrior
Whose bravery knew no bounds
Who gave his life so you'd be free
And a tyrant be overthrown
They said he had a heart of stone
No love or tender touch, no
'Til a singing lark sang a song
And cracked his heart in two
They battled through a land so cruel
Where lowborns starved and toiled
Fighting to avenge their clans
And free the common born
They soaked their land in empire blood
Cut an empress from her throne
For that they rose to standing stones
So the story be forever known
I am the lark, that standing stone
Standing by my lover's side
My voice is dying in the wind
As our story starts to fade
I'll feel your warmth no more, my love
I'll feel your warmth no more
But from our love, a seed has grown
A seed to save our world