Staring at a field of fire In the light shed by the moon I'm feeling strangely dire In the light shed by the moon Over plains and jagged mountains You never seemed this hollow You lead us now into the fire Did you think I'd follow? I saw you cry I saw you fall a thousand times You always got back on your feet But now I think you're dying Standing on a field of fire I'd never thought we'd part so soon It was you whom I admired I saw your light and not your doom To me you looked so resolute Your spirit never seemed low You're sacrificing life and sense now But did you think I'd follow?