And he went down with honor,
falling in battle,
though weak he was strong,
for his heart saw the evil and smited it.
Through blood and bruises,
tears and screams,
he fought for his home,
and his family.
Pain never doused the fire in his soul,
nor did terror kill the love in his heart,
and we will sing of his triumphs,
and not grieve his death, for he would not have.
A warrior's honor is not judged by strength,
It is not judged by wisdom, or wealth,
but by courage and kindness,
and morality, and he went down with those.