Sky's are deep blue,
As is the company.
cry's Defining.
Our leader looks out and about with a grin of victory upon his Golden face.
No one now shall ever forget that face.
A dead cold washes over me,
As my comrades fall all around thee.
Dressed in a cold defining sadness,
Wrapped in the pain of others,
Dead with the cold of sadness,
My truest king lay dead beside me.
Dressed up warm yet chilled to the core...
As I cringe at the appearance of more.
More carnage,
More body's less love more fright...
Forevermore lifeless night.
