The warrior sits and calmly watchs as the mist creeps down the hill Darkness falls on the valley floor and everything is still His mind's transfixed on what's to come in the ever nearing dawn He takes control of his mortal soul as he prepares himself for war
The sunlight cracks a new day's dawn as it filters through the trees The sounds of distand enemies ride gently on the breeze The warrior stands his sword in hand as the fre burns in his eyes Into the face of death he leads his men and in glory he shall rise
Battlefields of yesterday forgotten and ignored Fields of green once muddy graves of long forgotten wars Time has healed the battle scars and the blood has soaked away But the spirit of the warrior remains
The sunlight lit the battlefield as steel ripped into the flesh The stench that filled the musky air, the distinctive smell of death The warriors overcame their foe and in victory they stand We remember those who gave their lives to bring freedom to our land