The world's turning dark,
You reach and find the mark,
You gasp in exquisite pain,
Outside the sky is slate and pouring rain,
You brought this down upon your head,
For what you did you'll end up dead,
There's no other route,
You psychotic brute,
She was just a young girl,
What you did it made me twirl,
Whilst this blade slices deep,
Look into my eyes and weep,
My hands they start to shake,
Oh good you're awake,
And for the remorse you feel,
It doesn't help me heal,
The blood stains red,
Against the tide I tread,
You're in for one hell of a ride,
Before your drop ends up on my slide,
You may be a beast,
But now my dark pas
The fires burn both bright and hot,
And men decide what's right and not,
The darkness falls outside that cot,
And in this night rings out a shot,
The masses fail and walk away,
But the right and true know they must stay,
They march forth into the fray,
Hundreds lost and killed that day,
The twisted foe makes most quake with fear,
But few realise that salvation's near,
And down his cheek rolls one solemn tear,
He stands alone upon that pier,
As he fights for what is right,
He's now alone in this tomb dark night,
And to his foe he takes his fight,
His wife's face last to fill his sight,
And now he falls under the tide,
Of enemi
That crash of thunder,
That thump of hooves,
This ring of steel,
You stop and feel,
The fire is there,
Inside your form,
Your life flows freely,
You're gone now nearly,
Your journey's end,
Within your grasp,
You reach, you fight,
2 minutes longer and you just might,
Now rest weary warrior,
Lay your head,
Upon this soft and grassy bed,
Your life is mine now you are bled.
This trick of life,
Of short cold breath,
We all run from the stony call of death,
We run and hide,
Fight tooth and nail,
As we wander up this long cold trail,
As the reaper follows,
Never far from here,
Sometimes you can find him in the looks of fear,
Rest now your weary head,
Stray naught from the direction of your feet,
At the end of the road again whence all shall meet.
We march on through this dark land,
A mighty bunch this warrior band,
We march for love, for life, for light,
We shall not run but stand and fight,
We'll make our stand against all odds,
Fight hard and true against these sods,
Men stand then fall to answer Kingly call,
The sky goes dark yet he stands tall,
The Persian faith shall fail and falter,
Though our fates we cannot alter,
Now we march upon Thermopylae,
And ensure our place in mans memory.