In the night the moon burns bright just waiting for it’s fall as a new day is wakened by the dawn.
With a face from my memory I draw near … see it is me. Leave those who could not believe See how dark is their fate.
Webs littered across the trail take in the weak and frail I’m left to recall my tale as the sky starts to fade.
Round and round, this old record will spin Hiding deep the tragedies brought down with a grin. Fight for life and the honor of pride I will go on and draw out my blade in to this night.
Light the fire, raise me higher with no end in sight. Show a smile that’s been tarnished by the hands of pain. Even if I fall, even if blood spills, I’ll stand up tall and fight! And will offer a prayer along the way Welcome in new days for sharpened blades to stain.