As I march for for weary war
The horn doth sound
And echo more
Along the lonely winding trail;
Death behind me, lone and pale.
And as the sides do stop to face
The other army
Does stand in strong uncounted pace
Death doth watch me stand and fight
Under sky and winter’s pale light.
And as the battle doth start to rage
Death hath seen me,
In this cage,
And Death doth laugh, and watch me fall
My lifeless limbs the wolves shall maul.
sorry if this is morbid, but I don’t like being followed by death when i’m going into a battle!!!