So still I remain beneath the stars
Their transient majesty blankets the sullen
The sound of the complacent tranquility
Whispers into my deafened ears

How fragile and taciturn, the breath of the night
A disturbance amongst us in the wake of my stir
My rest will in frustration wait
As I have promised to shepherd my brothers

Beneath obsidian skies
I am compelled only through stubborn nature
I think only to harbor this adulation
That in flames of passion or war will never burn

The discordant winds of war
Its acrid scent stinging my eyes
Can never blind the love I possess

And in silence have I sworn
To remain ardent and impassioned
And may no enemy encircling
Lay hands upon that which I so feverishly love

I shall never abandon you
So speak not a word, not another word
I'll be right here by your side

Though the burdened crown of weight
Upon weakened column shall end
I with dying breath have appeased
This macerating creation by human hands

Oh how glorious the silence
All iniquities bereaved
As it descends to Earth
On this most shameless of evenings

I will never know another night to be the same

May the resonating word of the memory
Burn brighter than the spirit of my youth
That I perished the last of vitality
So that others may persist so that my brothers may live on