Warrior's Dusk - Slough Feg

As we rolled from the hill to a bridge by a quarry

Legends were born from this story

Painted men, once again, turning blue like the buried

Accounts of this story are varied

And the winds blew us right over the trees

And the ancestors returned on their knees

Rusty nails on the trails, burning boards in a fury

Smoldering insects did scurry

Smashing stones, digging bones

Where the unknown are buried

Accounts of this story are varied

And the boards started to smolder again

Burning bones over the insects and men

But then warriors don’t age well as it seems

When they shower you with mortgages and dreams

Was it something that you found?

That made you turn around?

Knocked you off your throne, left me here alone

Tangled in the trees, and gave you their disease!