Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?
The armors lost the shine and pride,
The sword is chipped and blunted.
But rest still comes uneasy,
With thoughts of those you've hunted.
Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?
Does your name still linger,
On the lips of those you've saved?
Or is it spat with venom,
While headstones are engraved?
Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?
Aging old with kin and glory,
A prize worthy of the cause.
But the horrors, blood, and death you reaped,
Did naught, no love, nor applause.
Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?
Lay down again, you weary soul,
Maybe this times the last.
You'll not wake up screaming, heart a-racing,
From memories of your past.
Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?
Aye, they watch you drift away,
To join them far beyond,
But woe, to wake with those you've slain,
In death, the bond stays strong.
Watch the sun sink low as the air begins to chill,
How quite does the world become, when last, your breath does still?