Valiantly Their Souls March On Home
Fight to the death
From sword to fiery ash, from honor to tale engraved stone
That they did until their final breath
Oh, the places that they'd roam
From soul to eternity in the abyss, from the crack of every bone to the life they had always known
And the tasks they'd undergo
To finally find that place called home
Listen, to the tale that their loss would bestow
From glory to the shadows, from the bash of every shield
To the meaning that they yield
From victory to loss, from their deaths to the banner waving in the breeze
To their burning corpses consecrating this bloody battlefield
Still to this day if you listen to the wind you can hear them cry in agony as the drum roll beats echoing beyond the trees.
Copyright © Jacob Frey | Year Posted 2014
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