TE-DW 02

In this, there is no glory

Just sorrow

Annihilation of man

Men who cannot justify

The morrow

Too young to understand

I have fallen where you yet stand

I have steadied the trembling hand

With nothing but a rusted blade

And a mud and bloodstained spade

Here, there are no heroes

Only fools

Fools for the abyss

Dim-eyed, follow orders

Every rule

No world beyond this

I have seen the well of life

I have seen it drain away

Leaving nothing in the eyes

But the visage of the grave

In a moment I am gone,

I speak: "What reward befits thee?"

A man, so young, so strong

Yet so weak

"No rewards befit we,"

Of sorrow

Of fools

Which we seek

Of this, there is no gladness

This, there is no relief

Here, is only sadness

Here, there is only grief

Now what becomes of you

Relies on knowledge that is this:

"Reject the soldiers of the shadows,

Deny the fools for the abyss,"