I stand on this ground, shed by many a man their blood
      a life,
          a world
                   a tear pass before my eyes
          but as all of those brave men stand upon their graves
waiting for their final battle with the thunder that awaits my arrival
          I can not utter to them my hail for their victory
             Joy is in the ears that hear, not in the mouth who loves through words
  nor can I help them by issuing the strength of my hate and loneliness into their hearts.
                   - which would assure them of a proud victory
Because their cause is pure
and mine is merely the darkness that awaits the storm that seeks my return
          so alone I forfeit my wishes and dreams
                   and once more I die
                             all alone
AGAIN