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A man travels on,

an old warrior,

he will never

lie down and die!

He's seen so much,

taken so many lives,

he has

nothing left to live for.

He will wander on

without rest,

until

he dies in battle.

Then his fate's secured,

he will finally see

the gates

of the golden hall!

His soul is gone!

But his body walks on!

So black and vile,

you'll never see daylight again!

Middle of the night you finally found

a death worth dying.

His days have been filled with

bloodshed and gore,

death and

destruction!

His nights have been filled with

nightmares and foes,

hopes and

visions!

He has been beaten

and he has bled,

but from a battle

he has never fled!

He can sense the end,

it is near,

he must face it

without fear!

Lost

So Cold

So alone

No choice

but to walk on

towards battle

towards Death!

Every enemy

that he has met

he has left

dead and gutted

no one's strong enough

to take his life

what can he do,

he wants to die!

So he realizes,

he must wage war

all

on his own

now faced with

a thousand foes

he knows

he can finally let go