So long he is gone With a pale servile face His way led right through A cold bloody haze
His yell pierced the cold frosty mornin` As he erased someone wicked with evil
So like millions before He died in his gore And those who survived Died in their minds But those who does not care Were dead before Who loves his sword Even loves war
Four children he left behind With a mournin' mother All their dreams return nevermore This hope is lost - killed in war [Bridge] [Chorus]