Here we are at the fortress of long wings
My fellows bristling with anticipation
At slurp among their supper bowls
A map of steam in the rafters overhead
Shoveling it in
I don't taste a thing
Only a memory of
Kisses spilled upon my chin
I am tired
I am afraid
My heart is full of dread
I am tired
And I am afraid
My heart is full of dread
Even now on the evening of battle
I'm clammy with doubt of love
I'm really scared of going
How I yearn to hold you once again
In the morning we
March across the sea
To the sunken monastery
To face our faceless enemy
I am tired
I am afraid
My heart is full of dread
I am tired
I am afraid
My heart is full of dread
The rolling fields grow dark as the grave
And I am running for my life
Avowed to never draw another blade
I'll be back home just as soon as I can
Let's betroth without delay
Pack the horse and ride away
Find some better place where
We might raise a family
My heart is full of hope
I am tired
And I am afraid
My heart is full of hope
