I shall fight.
My wrath shall be,
And all shall echo o’er me
That I was lost, and sad, alone,
But ’twas not I that thought alone.
That I had to stay,
That I had no choice either way,
And so I hid, disguised as them,
For death and glory, the world of men.
I could see
How I could start
A burning fire within my heart,
But they could not, and did dispell;
But I shall fight, and I’ll fight well.
And when I fight
My sword shall sing
Of the winter, of the spring,
Of the truth within the earth:
For Death and Glory,
Joy and Mirth!