Sing
Of the stars and of the moon,
Of the winds above a dune,
Tell me.
Sing
Of the heroes from the past,
Of the love that had surpassed
A king.
Make me hear the sound of grinding steel,
Make me feel like nothing else is real,
In rain and mud,
Sing me a song about flesh and blood.
Sing
Of the pain and of the fear,
Of the friends that weren’t near,
Tell me.
Sing
Of the lies precisely groomed,
Of the memories that wound
Like sting.
Make me hear the sound of grinding steel,
Make me feel like nothing else is real,
In rain and mud,
Sing me a song about flesh and blood.