Emancipation Suite Pt. II: Dawn

Under burning sky

Flames are rising high

Ground is turning red,

All but one is dead

Dying man his hands

Above his head

Through the ruthless night,

Fought with all his might

Made his final stand,

Made the last demand

Paid the price,

His dying time's at hand

Nothing left to feel,

Nothing left to hear

Heroes die alone

Then he sees

First light

Dawning