War of Kings Part 5 Death of a Martyr
Darkened days and restless nights keep passing by
What is left for me to strive for
Digging up the strength to thrive inside my soul
All that is left for me is the memories
Flashing figures of peaceful times
But now all that remains is a dying legacy
Begging to perish fading away to nothing
No love ones await me
My body is now withering into an empty shell
Just another dying ember just like my fellow men
I was needed in this world
My bright eyes begin to pale
This emptiness fulfills my days and nights
Warriors promise me to not to give up the fight
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