It had no chance while we drew breath.
Wrapped in pomp and circumstance,
It drew us close and doled out death.
We'd been proud, you know, that night.
Wrapped in steel, mail and plate.
Wreathed in fire, smoke and might,
We laughed and slew and drank in hate.
I raised my hands above my head,
And felt the power surging down,
I swallowed mercy, watched them die,
We took the keep, we took the crown.
But it wasn't enough,
Was never enough.
Only in death would we be sated.
And death upon our shoulders waited,
With the grin only a skull can wear,
With burdens someone else can bear.
It all has a price.
Once is one too many times.
I had to dip deeper and deeper.
Clean and pure, clean and pure.
I dug for diamonds in manure,
And death was near,
to wipe my hands
and lend an ear.
There is more, but I can't reach it.
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