Victor

Behold, I ride as the vanquishing champion
Through the hallowed fields of warfare
Past grim spectres of fallen comrades
A dread phantom cavalry there

Victor, I am master of the mordant setting thus
Though personnel casualty surrounds my eyes
Within the shell of this musty coat of mail
My bones shiver with the echo of their cries(highonrepeat)

Years later having donned the black robes of solitude
A careful meditation upon what's become 
Necessary ends justifying the means 
Acceptable losses are the horror of what I've done

I've seen through their eyes the burning inside
And breathed their last breath beneath the blood congestion
I've traveled through the veil of the afterlife written of 
Never to be sure till you finally through the door