On seas of grass
The battle will begin
On fields of red
Where many lives will end
On seas of grass
To die is to lose
On fields of red
To live is to win
Better to die by the sword
Than with no story to be sung
Better to go with sword in hand
Than be vanquished by imaginary fear
From the grey sky above
The raindrops start to fall
And blend with red
On the field
On seas of grass
With arrows in my chest!
On fields of red
Face to face with death!
Come on!
Better to rise and fall
Than to live amongst worms
Better to have actually lived
Than to merely have been
The gods don’t care anymore
In the heavens below
The souls lie silent
And still
The ravens scorn the brave
The hero is dead
The way is lost
Gone forever!
With the blades of grass