i heard a whisper on my shoulder
pretending life is worth
the fight
o canyou hear the song of thunder
soldier's pride
and on the surface of the waters
will dance reflections of
the fire in the night
i remember cheering from towers
a face is
smiling in the light
i remember the bells,the flowers
those days are
dying in the dark
boy i was shaped for the fury
now i pay the
price
of the human race's vice
and i was promised
the glorious ending
of a knight
but the crowm is out of sight
i'm slowly drifting into
slumber
cause i have lost the force to fight
it's like a cold hand on my
shoulder
i'll see you on the oher side
and in the arms of endless
anger
will end the story of a soldier in the dark