Going out in a blaze of triumph
The corpse lies still
On the blood soaked hill
The shroud of royal gold is on 'um
Yet he knows not whats wrapped around him
They all went out
Some amidst heroic shouts
They've all moved on
Left swords and honor behind
All that matters now-were they kind
Behavior's reasons are all gone
Tis now time for lit but psalms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem