My debts have been paid
I have been laid
To rest in this casket made of mud and brass and
Your face in my hands a burning photograph
Let me guide your shaking hands
Bear the weight of all the damned
That remain the dominoes are pegged to fall when
The pawns have never seen a board like this
Mother although I won't be coming home
Many more sons will
Don't save a spot for me now at the table
I have a task I must fulfill
My debts have been paid
I have been made
A guardian a blanket on your coldest nights and
A menace to all of those that you may fight
Mother although I won't be coming home
Many more sons will
Don't save a spot for me now at the table
I have a task I must fulfill
And I know the pain that you must feel
And I'm sorry to have broke the seal
But I will do everything I can
So someone can save that seat again
Don't weep now you have to look ahead
Keep your eyes clear and mind free from dread
I can be your shield I can be your spear
I'll get you home
Have no fear