Remember…
That very first time
When he whispered in your soul
Took you in his arms
And protected you with his Cape.
Now see the shinning storm
The rusting armor, cracked
Red tears from heaven hitting the ground
His breath cut-off by the mud
And the yield from his loved ones.
It happened during a battle
One for his honor and soul
He recovered his dignity paying with blood
But now he never would be able to leave,
Because his now a memory fighting oblivion.
The flame of earth crisp
The light quietly awaiting
And then I sang in sadness, under his cape
His old and shredded mist cape
And he finally can sleep, without the shades harassing him
Now, fate, remember me
Like the very first time
I’m whispering in souls and taking in arms
With his rusty mail and shredded cape
Paying in blood the happiness of my loved ones.