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A Warrior's Lament
Somewhere...
Inside the
Arch of my back...
I ... caught an attitude
Wondering as my soul saunters by
How... I came to be so Rude
How I came to be so Keen
Spiritually Speaking that is
As there are a many strange thing
I've seen
I smolder as I let the rage
get me twisted
see I want to get lifted
It... makes me Fight Harder
because I realize these demons
I smite...have learned to travel
much Farther...
See Demons no longer stay put in nightmares
they now enter our Dreams
Giving shadow to the illusion
Tearing the life force... right outa the seams
Yet...
They always seem to forget about me...
Maybe its because of the role I often play
Vixen to them not knowing I will split them
where they lay.... Oh... the Irony of it all
I watch them slither up to me...
Thinking I don't see the horns or hoofs
I watch them appear like smoke with wicked whispers
Assuming I've been lulled by their call
and...
its always funny ... so funny
when I watch there surprise...
as I let there eyes...from severed heads...
watch their bodies fall
maybe... I've been an Under Cover Warrior
Too long...
Maybe ... I'm Jaded
maybe... I should find a happier song
before all my Fire has faded...
Maybe... NOT
cause I know I been a slayer too long
and the Music wouldn't sound right
unless I played this Warrior Song
Fight them
Infiltrate them
Trick them to their deaths
Slay them in the Name of the Light
So I ... Will NEVER rest....
Inside the
Arch of my back...
I ... caught an attitude
Wondering as my soul saunters by
How... I came to be so Rude
How I came to be so Keen
Spiritually Speaking that is
As there are a many strange thing
I've seen
I smolder as I let the rage
get me twisted
see I want to get lifted
It... makes me Fight Harder
because I realize these demons
I smite...have learned to travel
much Farther...
See Demons no longer stay put in nightmares
they now enter our Dreams
Giving shadow to the illusion
Tearing the life force... right outa the seams
Yet...
They always seem to forget about me...
Maybe its because of the role I often play
Vixen to them not knowing I will split them
where they lay.... Oh... the Irony of it all
I watch them slither up to me...
Thinking I don't see the horns or hoofs
I watch them appear like smoke with wicked whispers
Assuming I've been lulled by their call
and...
its always funny ... so funny
when I watch there surprise...
as I let there eyes...from severed heads...
watch their bodies fall
maybe... I've been an Under Cover Warrior
Too long...
Maybe ... I'm Jaded
maybe... I should find a happier song
before all my Fire has faded...
Maybe... NOT
cause I know I been a slayer too long
and the Music wouldn't sound right
unless I played this Warrior Song
Fight them
Infiltrate them
Trick them to their deaths
Slay them in the Name of the Light
So I ... Will NEVER rest....
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