Forever running low
On steam, on resolve

As friends, parade into valor
Growing ill and discouraged
At the trails of the fallen

I’ll soon be among them
Their swollen and silenced forms
Swept aside, for the climb of the horizon

If pity should flood into me
Marrow deep

Extinguishing, the arrogance of youth
I will know well that road of carnage
Perplexed, for all of time