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war makes heros out of men

but so quickly heros die

from one battle to the next

not many stand the test of time

one shined amongst the rest

though his name has faded into legend

one man who out lived the rest

and became a god amongst them all

so it was said

so we tell the tale

so we begin

A man of legend in his own time

A man worthy of praise

Fought in battles untold before

A man who’s memory will never fade

His Memory will Never fade

On the long way he passes by small markers

Of others who came this way

They fought valiantly

Died with honor

What more can anyone say

Nothing more can anyone say

In his home left behind

A funeral fire is raised

His home is burned to honor him

Though he dies far from home

Where he was born shall be forever known as his grave

The setting sun light

Reflected in his eyes

Imaging the fires that decorated the sky

Of the night he left

Upon a far off mountain

Alone in the world

Remembered what was said

I have done great deeds

And seen many things

Fought countless battles

Sown the future seeds

But now I’m growing old

My life is slipping away

I wish to join my fallen friends

I can no longer stay

Since no mortal foe has yet to best me

I take my leave of the lands of men

To walk the path way of the dying man

Fighting against nature till the end

Long is the way ahead

still so much to go

upon a dying mans trail

Upon an old warriors long road

My grave may never be found

but such a glorious place to die

past the mountains

beyond the forest

beneath a clear sky

underneath the stars

and watching old gods

the old warrior closes his eyes

underneath the stars

and watching old gods

the old warrior finally dies