Consign to this and come to dust

To die in a fall is a glorious thing
Your spirit will soar as your body takes wing
The earth where you land is the grave of a king
To die in a fall is a glorious thing

To die underwater, no witness around
A stone in your pocket, you wade in the sound
You flow with the current, you wash up aground
By children and tourists your body is found

To die of a hot-shot, euphoria pain
You wilt in your chair with a spike in your vein
Your mind goes away and it won't come again
The trickle of blood from your nose makes it plain

To die in the night in the midst of a dream
From dreamscape to darkness the segue serene
You swim into dark like you never have seen
Forgetting the breadcrumbs to show where you've been

To die in a battle of honor and pride
In tanks or on horseback your cavalry ride
When warfare is done if you look you shall find
The allies and enemies on the same side

To go from this earth is a glorious thing 
We've laughter and praises and dirges to sing 
The ground where you lay has been grave to our kings 
To go from this earth is a glorious thing.