Gather ye victories while ye may
While around you blooms death and decay.
Close your eyes ignore the sight
Of your imminent end and comrades plight.
A sword stroke to behead the decent and kind -
An inability to press rewind.
Your sad condolences, crocodile tears
Will not erase these bastard years.
But listen now for it is known
I will dance on your cracked and blackened bones.
For harken unto what I say
There soon will dawn a new day.