The Warrior stands on the field after battle
Bodies lay before Her
The interior of her armor drenched in guilt
The exterior gleaming in red
Hands still clenching the sword and shield
She was paralyzed
Images of Her acts still happening

It is time to go
Her feet tell her body that Her job is done
Once She reaches home She knows
The applause of the people will wash over her armor
Taking the **** of the guilt away

But the Blood on Her hands
The blemish and scar of the heart
Showers of water will drown out the screams
Showers of memories will allow Death to follow Her

The moment Her eyes re-open to the sun
Her hands do burn
And she screams
A scream made of all the ones She took
They drown her
The still memories of the carnage
Each time Her mind chooses to wander
It walks back onto the Field

She can bury the dead
But She can't bury the Sins