Somewhere in the East

Without knowledge, without warning,
Drive we to no lands of morning;
Far ahead no signals horning
Hail our nightward bark.

Hopeless, helpless, weird, outdriven,
Fateless, friendless, dread, unshriven,
For some race-doom unforgiven,
Drive we to the dark.

The Lost Legion

Riklurt Landscape 04 by pervandr d4u6owe MrGreany Nallenon Nightflyer