The endless waves of demons
Who storm the gateway to your home
Who wish for evil and only evil to rule
Raise your silver sword in defence
Of everything you hold dear
Hold your shining shield in place
To stem the dangerous flow
Swing till the dawn of next day
Swing till midnight comes again
Chop at twisted horns and gnashing teeth
Chop at grinning faces and blackened hides
You hold the gate
A glowing beacon to all you protect
A stained and bloodied being
A symbol of hope
Endless battles create endless war
and even when the last demon dies
A fight rages in your breast
and love cannot live on the battlefield
Remove the dented and sullied armour
That once proved your virtue
Discard the sword of stirling judgment
That once did good
Drop the shield of a nation protected
That nation has no need of warriors now
Walk from your home
Leave the ghosts of battle
Discover a new fight
One that hasn't been fought
A fighters heart bleeds for the war, and nothing else.
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