Ghosts of the Fallen

I’ll put my pencil to the paper
And this dagger to my heart
I’ll sign my name in blood
Just like at the start
I’ll fill this cup with tears
Salty to the taste
The tears of the Broken
Oh, such a waste
The sand is painted red
With innocent blood
Mixing all together
Into a poisonous mud
And as the Ghosts of the Fallen
Rise to walk again
And the Lament of the Damned
Plays like a hymn
I look to the sky
To the bloody moon
As shadows pass across it
Shadows filled with doom
Despite the Dark’s Descending
I hold not an ounce of fear
I feel a sense of comfort
As the Plague draws near
I watch the Undead Soldiers
Leave destruction in their wake
Following their path
Never give, always take
I choose to walk among them
Joining in their ranks
A solace in their presence
Faces all blank
An Army of the Damned
Is with whom I march along
Joining them in slaying
Joining them in song
And as we march into the sunrise
Bloody blades held high
I watch, left behind
As they rise into the sky