Many heroes were made,

who met their end in a blade.

They fought bravely for the gods,

despite the rising odds.

The war has been won,

and now they are done.

Finally able to put down their shields,

their souls now rest in the Elysium fields.

To see you lying on that battlefield,

with your armor covered in blood,

to fight with your last strength.

Around you, noble warriors protect you.

Some are kneeling,

crying bloody tears,

for loss of a companion weapons

for loss of a dear brother.

When "She" comes pick you up,

don't be afraid.

Because "She" will not do you any harm,

because your soul is "Her" Eternal Arm.

I'm waiting for you,

in Elysium fields,

sitting on the grass, near our childhood oak,

Waiting until tomorrow... Brother!