Amongst this opening suite
On our path to truth and reconciliation
Our brothers in arms
With enough dead heroes along our perilous journey
Would not return to the survivors, to such a mere walk in the woods
It was not known that belittled ambient wonder
Alongside threats of guns pointed at the head of the universe
Would only leave trace amounts of glass
Trace amounts enough to stay under the cover of night
Just remember, what once was lost will always be our lament for Pvt. Jenkins
For the devils and monsters partaking in this covenant dance along alien corridors
Shall always be a reminder of our rock anthem for saving the world, and the heroes that sang it
Even along the maw of our greatest drumrun, riding on a pale horse
We shall always have the perchance to dream
For in the library it shall always be a long run
For our sweet Autumn, she has fallen to Flood and shadows
Leaving nothing but dust and echoes
All because of this damn Halo
We are nothing but a lost muse