Dirge
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
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
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Writer(s): Atavio Spataro
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