He Was A Young Boy   About To Be A Man   She Loved Him So   Oh Please Don't Go   Down On His Knees   The Blade Passed With Ease   Shoulder To Shoulder   As It Pierces Her Heart   Out In The Fields   The Boy Becomes A Man   Taste Of Blood In His Throat   Feel Of Death On His Hands   He Shall Fall On This Dark, Misty Night   As He Falls He Hears His Loved One Cry   Birth Of A Hero   Death Of A Man   She'll Never Understand   Why He Left Her Hand   He Was A Young Boy   She Loved Him So   She Watched The Sun Set   And Longed For His Journey Home   Flags Fly Low   The Blade Cut Deep   Now She Must Bear The Wounds   That Bleed Memories