The King Is Dead

Running through the ages Into a time which now is the past Beheld to forces fighting (?) This day would be his last Through walls of fire walking A king amongst his men Through walls of fire walking This journey had no end The skies are ripped asunder By the gunfire from below A visit to the frontline For the king a place to go November night is calling In the wind is word of death A bullet out of nowhere Silent was he dying red