The Warrior

There is no trace of poetry

In the warrior's death

There is no trace of dignity

'Cause he'll never come back

For now there'll be no pure sunrise

Dark curtains made of sin

And every time you close your eyes

You'll see the warrior's face while dies

And now you shall never be free

Now you shall never feel in peace

For every time you close your eyes

You'll think about his face while dies

There is no trace of hapiness

Now he's forever dead

All your cursed life will be sadness

'Cause he'll never come back

And now you shall never be free

Now you shall never feel in peace

For every time you close your eyes

You'll think about his face while dies

He stood up for what he had to

He made us see we're only one

And he found so hard to believe

That anyone would not belong