They came with no banners, no homeland’s call,
No god to name them or mark them as kin.
They fell like rain on broken ground,
From stars that never touched our skin.Some bore strange speech and steel unknown,
Some knew no gods yet cursed their names.
A farmer rose with hero’s hands,
A scholar burned in demon flame.They saved a town, they doomed a road,
They bled like us, they screamed like men.
And when they died, the earth stayed still—
For Agorath does not claim them then.