...And Remember Nothing

As we sit by this fire

And reminisce good old times

I cannot stop laughing

As Oisin and his rhymes

We were feared by those who crossed our path

Felt like gods, brought death and devoured lives

Unprepaired and slaughtered in ways beyond disbelief

Didn't care, just one to achieve, just survive!!

As we sit by this fire

And reminisce good old times

I cannot stop thinking

Of the men we left behind

We were buried in the earth

Up to our waist, with just with a shield

Chased by men we then all feared

Just fought for what we were worth

The Twelve Books of Poetry

A way of life, became to me

We were anxious to become

A servant of the High King's Throne

As we sit by this fire

And reminisce good old times

I cannot stop feeling

All the pain I have inside

Oh yeas, I'm trying to believe

That there's a better way to be

Without the slaughtering of men

Without grief of what we ever lost

But everything, it seems so right

To ride with comrades and to fight

Past years have brought so much for me

Both victory and misery

There's not a single night I sleep

Without awakening from my dreams

Trying to ensure myself

And fall back into reality

No more memories I have

Of life as I knew it once before

Not shedding blood nor wasting men

No memories, no more

I can't wake up

From this dream, so it seems to me

I want to awake

And leave this terror all behind of me

All numb and blind

Barely able to retrieve myself

Not even now

I can't remember when I ever did

As we sit by this fire

And reminisce good old times

I cannot stop thinking

Of the men we left behind