In twilight I stand, upon the precipice of the moon's grace and the sun's pride. In the betwixt, I watch the stars and marvel at my insignificance; where anger and hatred dissolve into humility and passivity.

I shall not mourn 'til war is done,
I shall not weep while blood still runs,
I'll hold my tears when weeping comes,
Who shall avenge you, darling one?

I shall not mourn 'til war is done,
I shall not weep while blood still runs,
I'll hold my tears when weeping comes,
And I'll avenge my darling one.

I shall not fear what's dead and gone,
I'll fight to win the war to come,
If all the world were made of gold,
It would mean naught while you lie cold.