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