Dirge Lyrics

Entering crowds

All black dress and gowns

Proceeding through the street they hope to send him on his way

Whole day rains with praise

A horrid legacy

A hero's end, afterlife, surely it awaits

Death is what he'll taste

You can see it on his face

The passage to nothing awaits him at the gate

Blindness fills his eyes

It's time to say goodbye

He had a good run now it's time for him to die

Trudging onward, forward facing

Nothing, blackness, into dirge

As they march on

To the sound of the pulse of the masses

As they grieve hard to the passing of the man with a passion

As they march on

A hero, a soldier to save our land

A leader will conquer at his command

We miss him we praise him for his good deeds

As the snare drums will snap and take the lead

Fading from his consciousness into eternal darkness

There's nothing more to say

Remove the corpse from the surrey

All who bare witness will remember this day

Entering the ground

The dirge still makes its sound

They pay their respects, leave a legend behind

Trudging onward, forward facing

Nothing, blackness, into dirge

As they march on

To the sound of the pulse of the masses

As they grieve hard to the passing of the man with a passion

As they march on

A hero, a soldier to save our land

A leader will conquer at his command

We miss him we praise him for his good deeds

As the snare drums will snap and take the lead

Take the lead