When all the stars have fallen
And yellow is the grass
Then we will miss Megara
A fair and dark haired lass

The sun was sweet upon us
A thousand men as one
How many miles, Megara
All, I say, and none

The foul knave of madness
The kingdom he would rule
And many men, both wise and strong
He easily would fool

He had no name to mention
The knave of maddened star
But blade he had and anger
His hate would drive him far

And when no man could save us
And doom seemed to descend
A warrior has risen
To stop him should would claim

When all the rivers run dry
And monsters form a horde
Then we will miss Megara
A lady with a sword

The wine was sweet within us
Nine hundred men as one
How many miles, Megara
A million and yet none

She may have seemed like iron
All crass and rusty old
But underneath the surface
Her heart was made of gold

The knave she rose to counter
To stop him so she willed
And to her cause we flocked then
From every tribe and guild

We followed brave Megara
From sea to shinning sea
We fought for days, for weeks, for years
We fought for all to see

And when the ash will cloud the air
And blood will wash the field
Will sing for you Megara
The girl who wouldn't yield

The song was sweet on your lips
Eight hundred men and one
How many miles Megara
All I say, yet none

The foe we have defeated
The lady led us through
But oh, mistake was made then
Oh yes, how it is true

For on his knees, the knave was
And cry he would and heave
And begged the noble leader
To mercy and forgive

And though her will was iron
She's done as was foretold
She gave the monster mercy
Because her heart was gold

And when the trees are all burnt
And we would have no food
Then miss we will, Megara
Her heart was all too good

The spoils were sweet upon us
Five hundred men or one
How many days, Megara
We thought that we have won

The knave was gone for decades
Forgot him we must have
We didn't know his madness
The vengeance he would crave

But fool, oh that he wasn't
That foul knave of doom
A new plan he came up with
Upon us he would loom

To strike the fair Megara
Betrayal he would plan
And minds he twisted for it
Of many righteous men

And when the call was raised again
And hordes on us converged
We stood by you, Megara
As doom on us emerged

The dawn was sweet behind us
Four hundred men or none
We fought for you Megara
A hundred fights or one

The liar has betrayed you
His knife had pierced your soul
And still you fought Megara
Though dying, you'd not fall

Yet we have been defeated
Forgive us, noble lass
And you have fallen victim
Your blood has stained the grass

Now madness is upon us
The knave now holds the crown
With chaos in his pocket
And madness in his frown

And as the land is running dry
And people flee in fear
We cry for you Megara
Our leader, true and dear

The land is sour on us
Three hundred men and one
We've lost, my dear Megara
And justice is now gone

The knave is now in power
And people he'd bereave
And fools we are Megara
For we don't up and leave

The knave now has his helpers
His bidding they would do
The cutter, the rider and the teacher
But they are much ado

The cutter has no edges
The rider, horseless pawn
And oh the lady teacher
Her back has not a bone

And when the people cry out
And those are in control
We miss you, oh Megara
Who's God has graced with soul

The days are sour for us
Two hundred men as one
How doomed we are, Megara
The end will see us gone

So knaves will rule the country
Its how this story end
And lost we have, Megara
I miss you now, old friend

But hope is not all gone yet
And safe the knave is not
For in his lust for power
He's blind to see the rot

A thousand men had followed
Megara, Golden Heart
And only one now lives
It's me, without a doubt

And when the hope is all but gone
And fouls knaves control
I fight for thee, Megara
I will bring forth his fall

The song still sings within me
Of thousand, the last one
So many miles, you foul knave
Yet I am not yet gone

Ehud Gat
06.07.2007