We are the fated fighters whose hearts in battle burn
We thirst for life yet know our death may lurk behind each turn
For one knows not when singing if a song will reach its end
Lest swift death falls upon us and clasps us in his hand
The dark night holds the blazes
Pyres for the ones who died
Once proud warriors we were, yet our swords now turn to rust
And travellers tread the paths made from our bones and dust
But the days of glory past are beacons to inspire
All those who behold as our bones burn in the pyre
Red flames reach the sky
Sending smoke the wind to ride
In legend we live on although our time’s long gone
Faint echoes of the din of battles fought and won
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