A lightning strike in the sky
On the mountains far away
The crows are perched all around
In a black parade
The wind is whispering
A final farewell
Some flaming arrows fly
Through the dark

Burn in the light of
A cold starry night
On a pyre of fire and flames
Rising to the sky
There's a time to be heroes and
A day when heroes die
But their name will forever be alive

The ashes rise in the air
Like a silver rain
A lady is singing in the corner
Like a nightingale
Two gold coins on the eyelids
Are the payment for the
Ferryman of souls

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