• Fallen broken soul,
    When he dies no one woes,
    Cause he'll die where no one goes,
    On a path that no one knows.

    Anger comes no closer,
    As his steel will begins to rust.
    Yet, in his killer, he's a holder,
    Of great amount of trust.

    On his face no hatred shall shows,
    Even when his life ends.
    For it's only known by the crows,
    He was killed by his friend.