The Crossing

Bring me down my father
To the place where I was born
My sword in hand to save this land
My body broke and torn
I’ve quenched my thirst for battle
I’ve now paid the price
Our hearts hold all the honors
But death now holds our eyes
So reads the stone
In an old wooded yard
This grave feeling that
I’ve been here before
Yet as moments pass
Satisfied at last
Memory serves to cast
Ease of movements flowing fast
In a shadow of a time that was
While in permafrost
All life forces lost
Was it worth the cost
Each birth being a divorce
From the soil that my stirring tossed
Tormented I died
Now eased by the truth inside
To rest with God my guide
My soul shall end its futal ride
Beside the cathedrals might
Shrill chill up my back
Fell deaths slow attack
Walk the beam, cross the track
Pain and fear is what I lack
My flame absorbed into the black
For I shall go no farther
In the faces I have worn
In-tere my hand and body banned
To walk this earth no more