Heneh!
Heneh I cry! Upon the broken fields I lie
My vision torn and red. I brought victories for naught
and my reward? A hollow end
A hollow grave where heroes spend eternity
For years I strived to be more than I could be
but in the end I found it was for nothing
Hollow. Shallow. Empty. Without purpose
All my promise, unfolded in one single moment
Hollow. Shallow. I cry Heneh.
A Sword is: all I ever was...all to be remembered
...all I never was! A sword cried failure!
Writer/s: Andrew Collins / Chris Pope
