“Mourn not overmuch mighty was the fallen”

These staves he spoke
On the back of war
Death brought to the field
Sorrow the city held
White towers rose to greet
The bier bearers
Walking through the street

King’s crown has been given
Rejoicing all sung
Now all the sorrow
Is poured out to the one they love

Banners of green and white
Herald the death of grief