Stained he feels, as the day turns to night
the man once strong, feared and bold, now just tired, weak and old
Past is haunting his trail to the end
the walls laugh at his grief, the wraiths of past haunt him so deep
He writes the words of regret
for every victim of his blade, for every selfish act of hate
Hours of terror, the screams of the innocent
Murders unordered, will follow him to the grave
Last days of this man unforgiven
His heart starts to understand
honoring the dead is to live again
but the mans burden remains
Heavens wear black, his mind won't rest
the water he drinks turns rotten, the eyes of the others impale him
Left alone in the end Darkness surrounds him
to end his life as a warrior, he reaches the sword he used to hold
Last days of this man unforgiven
His heart starts to understand
honoring the dead is to live again
will the one man's burden still remain
in death
Confused soul, The moment for final blow
the steel grows cold in the old mans hand, his thoughts are a raving storm
Demons won't leave, his eyes still open
still the laughter can be heard, even when he's left this world
Last days of this man unforgiven
His heart starts to understand
is it to die or to live again
that gives him a measure of peace
will the one mans burden remain