When twisting towards that endless night.
A cause for which the four would die.
Wandless, he stands to defy
Voldemort in all his might.
Each man has his own goodbye.
His soul destroyed by a lie,
A fluttered veil, takes the light.
A cause for which the four would die.
A gasped last breath less than a sigh,
Caged within by his own fright,
Each man has his own goodbye.
Heeding the furious battle cry,
A tolling bell, his charge to fight.
A cause for which the four would die.
The bonds of youth knotted a tie,
Unravelled by one’s need for flight.
Each man has his own goodbye;
A cause for which the four would die.