The White Tomb - The Tale of the Three Brothers

Death, come set me free
My journey is over,
My story complete
I shall remove the cloak
Most valued of hallows
From crossing the brook

3 brothers, walking at night
Crossing a river
With magic, their guide
3 brothers, destined to die
One chose to conquer
Another to hide

Death, let me be
My brothers, you have taken
But I will go free

Saddened, by love lost
The brother of grief
He stole back his loved ones
From death like a thief
Hallowed, they returned
But not without cost
Unfit for this world
Their souls had been lost

Maddened, by power
The brother of pride
He conquered them all
Till his midnight demise
Boasting and bragging
A relentless gloat
His life ended quick
As the knife slit his throat