Warrior come out to play! The warrior stands alone With his head hung low Bodies strewn about his feet Dimly lit by the sunsets glow He remembers the battle But not all that clear The screams of his comrades Still ringing in his ears All have fell before him Alone the warrior stands Righteous in his glory Bloodstains on his hands All who have fought beside him For them the north winds blow Memories not tomorrows Names we’ll never know Amour in exile now The land stands silent but free Bittersweet is the flavor Of this bloody victory