Staring at a field of fire
In the light shed by the moon
I’m feeling strangely dire
In the light shed by the moon

Over plains and jagged mountains
You never seemed this hollow
You lead us now into the fire
Did you think I’d follow?

I saw you cry
I saw you fall a thousand times
You always got back on your feet
But now I think you’re dying

Standing on a field of fire
I’d never thought we’d part so soon
It was you whom I admired
I saw your light and not your doom

To me you looked so resolute
Your spirit never seemed low
You’re sacrificing life and sense now
But did you think I’d follow?