Here I lie embraced by the blood and the mud. Just a splinter floating in this human flood. Bought to my knees as I stumbled on blindly. And now I know that my life is behind me

I cry "carry me home on valkyries wings". As you carry me home I hear they sing. They're singing "son we have waited to carry you home. Son we have waited, [bad word] claim your throne"

I'm drifting away, oh, this must be my day. Another poppy to add to this tragic bouquet. Above me the sky cracks open and reveals the sun. On whispering wing my journey has begun

I cry "carry me home on valkyries wings". As you carry me home I hear they sing. They're singing "son we have waited to carry you home. Son we have waited, [bad word] claim your throne"

Passing me by, I see faces I recognise. Saying the words everyone lives, everyone dies. But to be chosen, [bad word] claim your seat. Is an honour and a privilege, nothing can beat

I cry "carry me home on valkyries wings". As you carry me home I hear they sing. They're singing "son we have waited to carry you home. Son we have waited, [bad word] claim your throne"

Here I lie embraced by the blood and the mud. Just a splinter floating in this human flood. Bought to my knees as I stumbled on blindly. And now I know that my life is behind me.