Shone the sunset red and solemn

Where we stood and observed

Down the corners of the column

Letter strokes of Ogham carved

'tis belike a burial pillar

Said he and those shallow lines

Hold some warriors name of valour

And will rightly show the signs



No one saw, how far I fell

And no one ever knew

That there was a heart of flesh

Deep within me

As it was, bled of the twisted horn

And the howling of the dogs

Raise on old Heroes lament

While the weeping of women

Still vexes my heart



If this is my Journey End

Then cast me to the pyre

And if all that remains

Is a blackened heart

And the stench of death

Then know my spell is cast

And sing my song

With pride once more



[Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a Warrior near the end of life, Raising the Spirit of Battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the Gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...]