Pain erupts from my side as I meet cold earth.
I falter as my companion, once innocent and true,
Lies to my side, slowly losing once that was given by birth.
My sword lies nowhere in my view.

As I shake my helmeted head clean of the ground,
I hear the marching footsteps of my maker.
The twisted evil faces slowly start to surround.
I falter and desperately search for my saber.

I know everything I hold true was about to hit a bitter end.
I know everything I fought to protect is lost.
I know everything that I have to try to amend.
I know I am the last person, and there for I have to pay the cost.

My last friend in the world gives a final sigh.
I stand under the pain of a wicked spear.
I understand completely that I’m going to die.
For my life is nothing compared to everything I hold dear.

My body is consumed in a white light of valor,
Pain holds no power.
I fight with every ounce of my soul.
The wounds slowly take their toll.

I die fighting for evertying.
I die fighting.
I die.