Oh Pillar of Autumn,
In amber clad.
I am not evil,
I am no cad.
Yet I run forward, unto the dawn,
With murder in mind and a weapon that\'s drawn.
Oh lonely pillar, hold up my sky,
Let his death be swift, leave no fear in his eye.
For he may be my enemy,
While I\'ve vowed to soon kill.
There is still only man waiting over this hill.
Send him softly into the night,
Alleviate him from the gore.
As I, his angel of death, march into war.
Past the lonely willow,
Who\'s leaves caress the ground.
For many a final resting place,
Will soon, by me, be found.
The bark glistens amber,
Like the warriors of old.
With armour made from bronze,
And medals made from gold.
Sadness, anger, war, forever in their trinity,
The cycle never ends; just spins into infinity.
Just as they say wisdom is found in the seed of ignorance,
\'The creation of a warrior, is sealed within his innocence.\'