The weary know of fainting
The pained know much of sorrow
The weak know their weaknesses
And the dead do not speak
The warrior knows of war
The bard knows of words
The strong know their strength
And the dead do not speak
I walk the way... I know the way
I seek its every move
Like a serpent in the sand
It evades me... I see only where its been
But should I fail I will die
And the dead do not speak
no, the dead do not speak...