All open virtues do display
The sorrow heartfelt for this day,
And in thy eyes all tears weep,
To lie in ash where kinsmen sleep.
Gone to rest in foul land’s price
Killed not one, remember’d thrice
As age’s pass and under sky
Another three one day pass by.
But thats the future, this is now,
Alone in hell, but living, bow
Before the wrath of sun-
The battle over, the day is done.