The psychic pain of my metal warriors
Throws me to the ground intensely
Be it a walk or a bloody kneed crawl
To their side I will go we must unite now

Brothers one of our number has now gone
We will not forget and we will fight on

We sailed the uncharted seas of vodka
In a hire galleon full of sick
All those nights forever hailed ‘cos they built us
Friendship through steel prevails

I stop and think back
To the myriad times
In taverns across this world
Guts spewed and windows broken
So many women forgotten
I light my pipe and watch the sunset

Brothers one of our number has now gone
We will not forget we will carry on

A knight has left our table
Weary are the hands that hold the goblets aloft in memory
And burning with unknown love
Are the eyes that open the gates relentlessly in memory

I raise my glass to all of you who had the chance to drink with him
And all our friends who never new raise your glass ‘cos he’d drink with you

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