As I scream on the battlefield,
I twist and pound my sword to the ground,
I shout and lift my sword as a shield,
And to strike my enemies down.

My enemies, they surround me,
My will to fight to the death,
It screams within me,
My sword is drawn from it's sheathe.

A midst a raging battle I stand,
We march into the setting sun,
I'm a soldier under command,
Into the darkening sky I'll carry on.
Written by Bushido
Published | Edited 2nd Apr 2015
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