Tossed up into the air, the ashes spread
Airborne, just like the form they once held
Whisked off, by the wind
To never's end is the remains of my last friend
He would never lie
He could not step down from his fight
Humble endeavor
Now he will fly forever on
Last Rites, departing words delivering comfort
To the ones left suffering
Master of the Rite gives eulogy for the fallen foe of our enemy
d**h is a reward
Never fear to die by the sword
Live the way he died
Glory and Honor walked by his side
The Elders say that "We dead won't die, we only burn our Rage away
To shade of gray
But we always will return to fight another day."
Bonfire consumes the flesh, but not the soul
That much, at least we're told, is left whole
Where is he now, as he rides the hot wind?
Where the f** did he go?
Helios, set him free
Valhalla, there you'll be
Fist of Gaia
Bone crusher
Walks with d**h
Face of pain
f** peace and the ways of peaceful men!
It won't bring the tribes together again
Then the shade of my departed
Brother came and all Hell started
In a cloud of smoke, fiery eyes - of Hell he spoke
Showing them the way, he returned to where he came from
The Elders say that "We get won't die, we only burn our Rage away to shade of gray
But we always will return to fight another day."