And now, at last I have come out On top You are vanquished As a fallen knight of old As I ride tall and proud Over the field of victory But No one seems to be cheering The smoke and haze still hang in the air All I can hear is the wind blowing The celebrating onlookers are gone And I see now Clearly My fallen comrade My friend And all the king's horses And all the king's men Have turned sadly And silently Away A life My life Without honor And a victory Has been won To no other purpose Than to feed The ever-circling buzzards Of vanity
