• Battle scarred and ruined
    Hopes and dreams strewn across the bloody ground
    I don't know who won
    I don't care who lost
    Here he comes
    The enemy
    Carrying a corpse
    I know this boy
    He was weak
    Too caring
    Too understanding
    Now he knows better
    I knew that boy before he was carried by a slayer
    I knew him well
    Now hes dead
    I have no remorse for my own corpse
    I'm dead now.