Lullaby

Wander up the highest hill,  Great wonder will surround ye,  Don't you fret my darling one,  You will be safe always. 
When long ago,  We all held peace,  The gods did grant their power,  Manifested in a fine blade,  And ours to old forever. 
But the countries fell,  As countries do,  In chaos all around,  This blade of stars  was taken,  Returned unto the earth. 
Great powers given by the gods,  Were just as soon taken,  Forces were mounted,  And darkness fell across the land,  That lingers here today. 
So wander up the highest hill,  Great wonder will surround thee,  Magic burried in the earth,  Not safe for you or me.