The Field Where I Died - Eternia

I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way
And tread once more familiar paths
Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago
And in that act, a prayer for one more chance
went up so earnest, so…
Take my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where I died
Instinct with better light led in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, the goal in sight again
All which, indeed is foolish, and only means
The flesh I wear, the earth I tread are not more clear to me
Than my belief
Explained to you or no
Grab my hand, follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where I died
Now follow me
To the place where I lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man’s cry
In other life
I was here standing by
Once again we will come
To the field where I died