The Last Campfire

[Verse] Sertan's boots worn and weary Trails of dust they know Through battles fierce and chaos Where the wild winds blow Sat by many campfires With friends who turned to ghosts In shadows of the willow He toasts their silent boasts [Verse 2] The faces blur together Nights of cold despair Old scars from bitter sword fights And from battles in the air Each tale etched deep in history Carved into the bone For Sertan Lone survivor Their stories he's sewn [Chorus] By the last campfire's ember He whispers their names In the heart of the darkness He feels their old flames For the fallen He honors With the songs of the past Sertan’s tales of the heroes In the night always last