Every death is another title

Into my book they go

Every man had a story

That into history won't go

Three hundred yesterday

Who knows tomorrow

The iron brand of death in my arms

It hungers with a fiery mouth

The bringer of ends

It is how I feel

All my friends are saved

But their friends

Their ends have names

Thompson, Noble, and more

My souls shatters with every thud

And my heart grows colder

When does a man become a monster?