Sixty winters and six long past 
 Carved my path into the stones 
 Weathered lines familiar to my touch 
 I know them deep within my bones 
 I have stood here so many times before 
 Tracing lines with aging hands 
 All that’s left is the desire for reclamation 
 Or the ability to forget 

 Once more for the days long past 
 Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost 

 I remember the breath of desolation 
 Sighing through the battlefields 
 With age came the heavy price of slaughter 
 I traded innocence for steel 
 Celtic steel 

 Seen in fragments, memories of the days 
 When all was simple, all was clear 
 When I was young the world was filled with wonder 
 No sorrow known, no hate or fear 
 So as I lay my hand upon the stone 
 I think of all of those I’ve lost 
 The lives I’ve stolen, the lives forever gone 
 The cost of battles lost or won 

 We will never reclaim 
 Those gilded days of old 
 But our fates are our own to weave 
 No destiny 
 No distant god 

 Once more for the days long past 
 Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost 

 I have reached the end 
 Only my deeds live on