The darkest warrior marches on All his comrades lost and gone Grimy serpents fogged in grey Entwine themselves about his way His shining sword is sheathed in rust His iron might has turned to dust His haunted eyes are filled with death His eagle cry is a whimpering breath He asks of life with hand unsure And asks of death a quicker cure His soul is burnt by dead desires And all his dreams are dying fires He bares his soul, he burns his heart He tears his inner self apart He is the soldier, darkest one He is Hell's forgotten son He shall seek and shall not find And seek again with broken mind He is the soldier filled with dust With broken mind and broken trust His banners bright are ripped and torn His shining armor's scarred and worn His solemn glories are gone to Hell And all his hopes are gone as well And though his every dream is gone This darkest warrior marches on