Moral man, a soldier of virtue Master of my life, a warrior of righteous thought Everything would turn out like I wanted How could I fall victim to this sickening cancer? Forces advancing but time crushes all You’re losing the battle Death, cold. Give me the time! Death has the final say in all that we do Autumn leaves, the summer is dying Sun upon your face, the last time I would see you What I would trade to remain for a moment Ripped away from mortal ties, thrust into eternity