Call of the Specter

I have sat astride ruinous towers Over billowing smoke and flame Many lives I have seen extinguished Without purpose or glory or name I have stood at the foot of calamity I've bore witness to struggle and pain I have heard the cries of the feeble Seen the plight of the crippled and lame I watched as their wells were all poisoned And their farmlands were all set ablaze I have seen in the eyes of their enemy The fury of violent craze I've been perched in the mists on the hillside Looking down at the gallows at dawn I have heard every curse that was uttered I have seen every last breath be drawn