Dusk approaches Of Finding ourselves out of breath and patience Questions Arise again that we have but one purpose to ride till the end?
The sun sets upon the shield once again a light that reflect upon every man bodies that look familiar where we stand An Echo Remains Of Footprints that crossed this land
Shadows that crawl across the dirt and rock, the creeping eyes that peer upon us Decades on from now, shall we be remembered?
The sun sets upon the shield once again a light that reflect upon every man bodies that look familiar where we stand An Echo Remains Of Footprints that crossed this land
