The slightest ones

Mercy for the elves who guard their lives 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