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