The Warlord’s Lullaby by Stormborne

Rest your weary head, sweet child,
For our lord and his men stand guard.
Fear not the shadows, hush your mind
They hold the dark ones far behind.

Sleep now, my boy, for dawn draws near,
The Day of Selection is almost here.
When the High Lord walks among the brave,
To choose the ones with hearts unshaved.

Rise, my child, today you train,
Chosen by the Warlord through ash and rain.
He sees in you a warrior’s light
So heed no fear, for he brings no fright.

He is kind, though forged in fire,
A stormborne soul who lifts you higher.
Stand tall, young one, your time is come—
To walk the path, to beat the drum.