snow on a Hill

Just a strange little song I made today

Lyrix:
I surrender to the stream
where past and present flow
to future to be told

upon a stormy hill my love resides
his sword in hands and clear of mind
upon his noble brow
there lay a noble crown
and yet today
and yet today death will be found

4000 and ten men
will find today their end
such is the price of war

and as the snow falls my love he is no more