veteran of war, leader of the conquest
thats how they used to call him
us, his loyal troops

i, as one of his soldiers, remember him say
"fortune of men shaped by
their deeds and less by their words
i give you the chance to change your worlds"

not once i heard them ask
what will you do
when the reaper comes for you
and now we cant win our one last fight
againts the mercyless infernal knight

while running to the shelters wall
i watch my friends scream and fall
as i count my few last breaths
im certain of our own death

our ruthless leader in the fire was made
and we with him in the ashes will fade
for all the souls we have taken
im sorry... we were all mistaken

all the memories along with the victories
will be forgotten, but i doubt forgiven
as said before all will eventually fade
so are we, disappear as a nightmare, a shade