Remains of a raging fire
With no body left to burn
Spirit left and won't return
Single precious gift, our legacy
Love remains burned in memory
My beloved, never decide to leave too soon
Time devours, consumes, welcomes your doom
Choose to leave when you are able
When your cards are left upon the table
We often see the beckoning light
So we end our glorious fight
What if it is a train in a tunnel
Coming to solve the puzzle
Once and for all
Refuse the call, refuse to fall
Be the last one to go
Now that you may know
The end is there and has been already
Do not enter unless it is willingly
Be the one flame ever alight
Inspire us and all with your fight
“Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted.”
