battle is over all romans are gone
we feast and drink until the dawn
but one lonesome warrior still wanders the fields
he cannot sit still can`t find no peace
his son – is dead – will never return – to life
a father should never have to bury his son
he suffered as his soul got a scission
the pain in his heart lets him despair
to find his murderer is what he swears
his son – is dead – will never return – to life
his only son is gone!
binded, in a battle against his fear
the son has to proof his might
to secure his place – in the otherworld
after a short life, the son got murdered on the battlefield
his father still lives on, with a hole in his heart
unimaginable pain rips his thoughts
and he will never be able to love someone this way again
but one day he will sit next to his son
and they’ll be drinking, laughing about the past