Stained he feels, as the day turns to night The man once strong, feared and behold, now just tired, weak and old Past is haunting his trail to the end The walls laugh at his grief, the wraiths of past haunt him so deep He writes the words of regret For every victim of his blade, for every selfish act of hate Hours of terror, the screams of the innocent Murders unordered, will follow him to the grave Last days of this man unforgiving His heart starts to understand Honoring the dead is to live again But the one man's burden remains Heavens wear black, his mind won't rest The water he drinks run rotten, the eyes of others impale him Left alone in the end! Darkness surrounds him To end his life as a warrior, he reaches the sword he use to hold Last days of this man unforgiving His heart starts to understand To honour the dead is to die aswell Will the one man's burden still remain in death?