Laga, Ragalor - WORTHY NAME

The fathers are gone…
Their echoes remain.
A name is not inherited—
It is earned.
They placed old iron in my hands,
The weight of tides… the weight of lands.
A scarred blade whispered yesterday,
But I refused the easier way.
No child can wear another soul…
No shadow makes a spirit whole…
What do you carry…
When legends watch your every step?
I won’t become the man you were…
I’ll become the truth you served.
Your name is not my resting place…