Draugr Balled - HONOR BEFORE DEATH

But when my knees hit the earth, then my why became thine.
Because before the rope comes the rending of pride,
Before the scepter's weight comes the cross carried inside.
Before the well-done sounds clear and sweet comes the secret hush where my will retreats.
You're not after my trophies or states,
But the surrendered breath of this heart you remake,
Not polishing what the world applauds,
But forming the image of a suffering god.
So if this fate feels endless as the desert sands,
It's the artist's hand mixing gold with my ash.