Legend Of The Fallen

There's a soul in the Eternal,

Standing stiff before the King.

And there's a little English maiden

Sorrowing in front of him.

There's a proud and tearless woman,

Seeing pictures in the fire.

Also a broken battered body

On the reality wire.

Had we but met again before

By some old ancient inn,

We should have sat us down to wet again

Before you went to win!

Cause you are my only son, you know

I don´t want you to see those tears...

When the world is red and reeking,

And the shrapnel shells are shrieking,

And your blood is slowly leaking,

Carry on my son.

And let me give you now my last advise

Before you leave my home,

run as quickly as you can in danger

don´t look back for your throne

Had we but met again before

By some old ancient inn,

now it is to late and now you are gone

haven´t I reacted on my sin?

I still had so much to say to you

But now you have gone to win...and...

To become a legend of my sin!

But the other night I dreamed a dream,

And just twixt me and you,

I never dreamed like that before,

I oaf thought they were so true.

I dreamed as I were dead, you see,

At least as I had died,

For I were very much alive,

Out there on to the other side.

I couldn't see no court of law,

Nor yet that great white throne,

I couldn't see no record books,

I seemed to stand all alone.

I seemed to stand all alone, beside

A solemn kind of sea

Its waves they got in my deep inside

And touched my memory

That night your great guns, unawares,

Shook all our coffins as we lay,

And broke the chancel window-squares,

We thought it was the Judgement-day

The hooded on is becoming

To reaprich harvest and to bring

The torments fruit across the silent stream

From it´s far side nameless horror gleem

Now sit upright. Await derision

Arose the howl of wakened hounds

The mouse let fall the altar-crumb

The worms drew back into their mounds

Make your last prayers now

Cause death awaits us all

Oh, I wished I could be home again

I´m trapped behind big walls

Here they come!

Thank God, it is not yet judgement-day

For some of us a blessed thing,

For if it were they'd have to scour

Hell's floor for so much threatening...

I will not live, and I will not die, I cannot run, and I cannot hide...

I lay myself to wet

My eyes become deep red

I´m free to go now far

In the legends of the falls

The legend of my fallen