Laga, Ragalor - Keep One Chair

Ash-Grey Noon…
A Frozen Strand…
No Voice Came To Greet Our Band…
Crooked Doors… A Roof Of Snow…
An Empty Hearth Where Songs Once Glowed…
The Old Hall Sagged Beneath The Snow
Its Crooked Doorway Breathed Cold And Low
Pale Banners Trembled, Worn And Torn
The High Table Split Where Kings Had Sworn
Old Cups Lay Sleeping In The Dust
Empty Chairs Remembered Us
We Fed The Hearth With Broken Pine
One Blue Spark Made The Rafters Shine…
Keep One Chair Beside The Fire
Warm The Cup, Retune The Lyre
If The Rafters Lose Their Song
We Will Hum The Night Along
Stone May Split And Beams May Fall
Memory Can Rebuild The Hall
Speak The Names The Years Require
Bring Them Home Beside The Fire
A Laugh Slipped Softly From The Wood
A Cup Rang Out Where No One Stood
The Wrong Verse Drew A Phantom Jeer
Old Feast-Song Footsteps Gathered Near
Red Oar Pounded Out The Time
Storm-Sister Stole The Loudest Line
No Dead Returned To Haunt The Night
They Came As Warmth Around The Light
I Gave The Room Its Opening Line
He Caught The Next In Ragged Time…
Fill The Cracked Hall, Voice By Voice
Let The Silent Beams Rejoice
Name The Healer, Name The Boy
Give The Gone Their Share Of Joy
Death May Empty Every Seat
Still Their Laughter Keeps The Beat
Grief May Wait Beyond The Door
But It Will Dine Alone No More
I Held My Hand Across The Glow
“No Music Lives Here Anymore”
“Then Hear It Through The Broken Floor”
The Buried Chorus Answered Slow
One Step For Sorrow, One For Grace
One Turn For Every Vanished Face
Turn Me Slowly Through The Hall
Past The Cups And Broken Wall
Snow Falls Silver Through The Beams
Old Friends Waken In The Gleam
Roofs May Rot And Feasts May End
Memory Seats Each Absent Friend
While One Living Voice Can Call
The Dead Keep Dancing In The Hall
At Dawn, The Chairs Stood Bare Once More…
Cold Cups Slept Upon The Floor…
But Under Ash, One Ember Glowed…
The Lost Went With Us Down The Road…