Dying Codex - Torchbearer

And with no shaking hands

Holding tight to cold steel

And an even colder ideal

Hammering the soul til it is hard as a rock

Not in any kind of dying

Could there be a greater peace

Never being in for a burden now

Could there be a greater peace

If ones sword gets broken

You strike with hand and foot

If your hands and feet get cut off

You press your enemy down with your shoulders

When the old gather the young

And those who have lived

Tell of the inevitable death

That is when life is defined

And do begin

Thus the path is set

Life has begun

Onward march

Not in any kind of dying

Could there be a greater peace

Never being in for a burden now

Could there be a greater peace

Codex… Dying Codex