HE WAS A YOUNG BOY

ABOUT TO BE A MAN

SHE LOVED HIM SO

OH PLEASE DON'T GO

DOWN ON HIS KNEES

THE BLADE PASSED WITH EASE

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER

AS IT PIERCES HER HEART

OUT IN THE FIELDS

THE BOY BECOMES A MAN

TASTE OF BLOOD IN HIS THROAT

FEEL OF DEATH ON HIS HANDS

HE SHALL FALL ON THIS DARK, MISTY NIGHT

AS HE FALLS HE HEARS HIS LOVED ONE CRY

BIRTH OF A HERO

DEATH OF A MAN

SHE'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND

WHY HE LEFT HER HAND

HE WAS A YOUNG BOY

SHE LOVED HIM SO

SHE WATCHED THE SUN SET

AND LONGED FOR HIS JOURNEY HOME

FLAGS FLY LOW

THE BLADE CUT DEEP

NOW SHE MUST BEAR THE WOUNDS

THAT MEMORIES BLEED