NO SONG FOR THE SILENT

No horns. No fire. Just silence. No, no, no horns. No horns, no fire. No horns, no fire. No fire. No horns, no fire. Just silence. We swore we'd fall steel in hand. Names in flame, in battle stand. Side by side through storm and blade. Valhalla called, we were not afraid. But death came slow. Without a sound. No clash of steel. No sacred ground. No war cry carved into the sky. Just fading breath. And no goodbye. No enemy, No final stand. Eh, Just time slipping through his hands. Where is the call? Where are the gates? No fire rose. No hand of fate. No song was sung. No glory came. Just empty air. Without a name. If death can come this cold, this still... Then what is honor? Oh, what is will? Hey, hey, hey. I stood beside what once was strong. No battle left, no right, no wrong. He did not fall. He disappeared. No gods, no signs. No voice I heard. We spoke of death as something earned. The flame that awaits. The path returned. But this was neither what we knew. Just silence where the wind once blew. No gates open, no voices call. Eh, eh. Just doubt rising through it All. Where is the call? Where are the gates? No fire rose. No hand of fate. No song was sung. No glory came. Just empty air. Without a name. If death can come this cold, this still... Then what is honor? Oh, what is will? Maybe the gods-Don't choose the end. Maybe no song-Will carry them. Not all who fall. Are seen in flame. Not all will rise. With honored names. But what we are. Before we fade. The path we walk. The lives we made. That may be all. That still remains. Beyond the loss. Beyond the pain. No horn may sound. No sky may break. No fire rise. For heaven's sake. But I will stand. I choose my way. With or without. What gods may say. If death is cold. Then life must burn. And that is honor. We must earn. No song for him. The world moves on. But I will carry. What is gone. Not how he died. But how he lived. That is the truth. He left to give.