Memory.

When I fall, don't forget the memories.

The memories in which you'll sing.

You'll sing the song, it won't be long, about our memories.

Our truest deeds and grandest feats, our stories and upon yonder beats.

In which you sing unto the weary night of our memories.

Heed the warning, youngest blood.

Of a flood, my blood, oh a savage flood.

Where one falls prey to sorrow mind!

Where one turns bitter and weaps all night!

And fear the flood of depressed memories!

Oh, but don't forget our hasty fights!

To ourselves, yourself, to test our mights!

We saw the dense roads through selfish likes!

We saw ourselves past through the painful freights!

And we cherish it as memories.

And never forget our final times!

A time, we chime, for our lives!

Let us sing one more song of our life!

Let us laugh once more, adore this beautiful night!

And let me be remembered in memories.

Alas, time has endured my life.

I fight, my might, failed to preserve my time.

My blood runs cold as I lay to rest.

My feats, untold, through the age.

As a flood washes over me, leaving me as a memory.