Ash and snow rains as the storm emerges untamed.
Honor thy name, thou hour hast came.
Upon the battlefield lay the graves of the fallen.
Once a thriving nation behind a wall, wings of freedom does it call.
Through eyes of innocent as all shall fear,
watch as blood drops from far and near.
Chaos is the world I shear, like a bird in a cage I do not fray.
For we are the hunters and they are the prey,
with wings thou bear on thy back and sword pointed at thee.
Reluctant Heroes that are we, fighting a war that was not meant to be.
As daring as one can be, losing hope and will to live in chaos that dawns upon me
living comfortably in a false reality, how can one call themselves a soldier of humanity,
souls and flesh that are devour, a steady march forward bound as a new horizon towers.
Your sacrifice is not in vain, with this feel of everlasting pain,
I shall fight with thy dying breathe walking a path alone with no gain.
As the air is thick of peddle roses that beseech among the hollow ground wanders
Look through the eyes of sorrow and buried, for thy comrades life was borrowed.
continuing without a rest I shall fight until the battle's won, united we stand alone with
Tears that fall, for a darken soul is created in the wake of vengeance that so ever linger,
these final salute of humanity we give, to those of this The Funeral Honours.