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."