by Stefan Blixt
Wait until the sky turns into awkward gray
Wait until the sentries ride across the plain
Don't forget your bible and your sailor's sword
Take one tender last look at your father's fjord
You don't want to be missed
You have to be seen
This is your great day
Without what has been
Wait until the horsemen whip their beasts towards you
Stand upon the stones and let the word break through
You don't want to be missed
You have to be heard
This is your great day
When your voice is shared
Wait until you lie fown fatally maimed
Catch his fearful gaze and light a little flame