(Atmospheric sounds of the Guadiana river and weeping cello) The banners are torn, the steel is broken at last My blood joins the river, a ghost of the past Medellín's shadow looms like a shroud on the hill As the thunder of battle falls deathly and still My armor is lead, a cage made of pride With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide Close your eyes, the water is calling your name To wash away sorrow, the glory, and the shame Sleep, beneath the silver tide so deep Sink, into the secrets that the waters keep The castle shall watch as you drift far away To the dark of the river, from the light of the day Gone is the iron, gone is the fire The Guadiana is your funeral pyre The current is pulling, the mud claims my soul I've lost my direction, I've lost all control I look to the fortress, one last fading sight A titan of stone in the oncoming night The weight of the conquest, the weight of the sword Is dragging me down to my silent reward Ah, miserere Medellín, forgive me Sleep, beneath the silver tide so deep Sink, into the secrets that the waters keep The castle shall watch as you drift far away To the dark of the river, from the light of the day Rest now