Running through the ages

Into a time which now is the past

Beheld to forces fighting (?)

This day would be his last



Through walls of fire walking

A king amongst his men

Through walls of fire walking

This journey had no end



The skies are ripped asunder

By the gunfire from below

A visit to the frontline

For the king a place to go



November night is calling

In the wind is word of death

A bullet out of nowhere

Silent was he dying red