Valiant - Elegy to the Dead

Elegy to the Dead


On a battle destroyed desert land,
Men of honor, and loyalty lie,
Frozen, beaten and bloody scarred,
Rejoice this moment in a far life,
For precious as gold, greed desires,
The stench of death is looming higher

Request no sympathy, request no grief,
Instead lie a moment of honor, of relief,
In the final hour, blood spilled on enemy keeps, to honor the fallen, a valiant belief.

These blades of rune, without a master,
The sands of dune, no day goes faster,
A battle lost, but a war to still win,
We will march on, new begin,
Embrace defeat but blessed thy life,
Of the survived, dead on another life.

Request no sympathy, request no grief,
Instead lie a moment of honor, of relief,
In the final hour, blood spilled on enemy keeps, to honor the fallen, a valiant belief. (repeat)