We ask the skies
What the future holds
Almost satirical
The smile you throw
And they shall envy us
This we both know
The way we face death
Fearless we behold
We hold our hands
As long ago
The way of warriors
Enchanted frays
Your heart shall radiate
Pride from your grave
Your panegyrical
I'll sing to you
And thus your death was not in vain
We both were lost
(My friend, so long, so long)
My friend
You're gone and I'm lost
(My friend, so long, so long)
I blame the gods
And look like a fool
No one beyond
Not good, nor cruel
The dark shall reign
No use to pray
Burn like starlight
Don't fade away