The Slightest Ones

[alinanick]
Mercy for the elves
who guard their live with faith
Our hands do weight them down,
but their kind hearts will forgive the weight
Arlathan fell so deep onto the ocean floor
Currents of hate will so challenge their fate
Mercy for the elves
who marched with us through fire
Stood with Andraste
as she rose against the empire
Can we pay the cost
for the allies we have lost in fear?
Our hands of pain will so threaten their name
If we climb through our doubt we can sympathize
When the slightest unite,
then a giant will rise
Slightest unite then a giant will rise
Mercy for the elves
who wander through the night
Dalish father roams,
will the Dalish son survive the fight?
How can we deny
what their number can supply the Realm?
Slightest unite then a giant will rise
When the slightest unite then a giant will rise