hero

with fire in his eyes and death in his hand
riding out to the dawn darkness does command

a veteran of a thousand wars a life well spent
the fog of a million centuries in hell has been spent

leveled to the tide on deaths horse he rides
evil minds cannot abide in deaths tripping time

hopes are broken dreams destroyed on blood strewn battle fields
feeding the lust of death on broken wills evil has sealed

creeping through the trees on whispered screams
tearing out your very soul ripping at the seams

of a mind that cannot turn from the battles lost
but in the losing never dying at all cost