Listen my boy and I'll tell you the tale.
A bloody battle raged and my deep wound left me pail... I was all that was left. Everyone was gone, but I. So as a dying lad, I lay there on the field waiting to die.

Parched, Clenched, Bloodied, Burned.

I lay down near a sweet sweet stream
A creek so small it could hardly be seen
Deep in the grass on...