In the end ( After the last battle.)

On one of the last lands of Biafra 

In the end, I will take you,
Through the vapour,
Of the ancient town.

I will let our unbroken bond
Sweep away
The flimsy remnants.

It was yestarday
when the harvest was done
That they came, calling;
Seeking immortality

Now,their road comes to an end
At the point of extinction
Yet, am told we should not go apart

Even as the war raises us into the shining clouds.

With me; lets pin our flag in the moon.

So we can walk into the night.
hand-in-hand; with souls unbent.