Meditations

Wounded

Secluded

You're backed up, bleeding

No fleeing

So fight!

A dark day for death

One last dance, then rest

Death!

I do not fear my fate

A wounded and weary man

The reaper has come at last

And I'll make my final stand

Death smiles at every man

And to him I'll do the same

I see my father's halls

And I'll enter unashamed

You live

And stand

A fighting man

So fight!

Impaled

Spears pierce the skin

The thread of fate

Wears ever thin

Die

I do not fear my fate

A wounded and weary man

The reaper has come at last

And I'll make my final stand

Death smiles at every man

And to him I'll do the same

I see my father's halls

And I'll enter unashamed