Warrior come out to play!
The warrior stands alone
With his head hung low
Bodies strewn about his feet
Dimly lit by the sunsets glow
He remembers the battle
But not all that clear
The screams of his comrades
Still ringing in his ears
All have fell before him
Alone the warrior stands
Righteous in his glory
Bloodstains on his hands
All who have fought beside him
For them the north winds blow
Memories not tomorrows
Names we’ll never know
Amour in exile now
The land stands silent but free
Bittersweet is the flavor
Of this bloody victory
