Recurrsive

Once again I've come to this Field
Carryin' this ol' sword and my rusted shield.
Memories of the past
Pass before my eyes,
The ol' and broken promises
An' the bitter lies.
Maybe I'll find ma glory under this Sky
Or may be I'll die!
Maybe I'll fall on my knees
An' this time I'll cease to exist!
Whateve' it is ,
Don't cry fo me please.