Strength

My blade is sharp.  My blade is strong.
With it I'm mighty. Nothing can go wrong.
It holds back the shadows. Reflects the rays of the sun.
The shadows cant touch me when my blade and I are one.

My shield is my savior.  My shield is my home.
With my shield I endure.  With it I am calm.
I fend off the darkness with my shield at my side.
When my shield is with me I don't have to hide.

Sword and shield in my presence.  The shadows held at bay.
I can rest peacefully until the end of my days.

If only they could stay...

My sword is no longer with me.  I fear it's the end.
Without it beside me, into madness I descend.
My shield, it has left me.  My endurance is gone.
Without it here to save me, I fear I wont last long.

The shadows, they take me.  My mind they start to bend.
They tell me it's hopeless with the loss of my two friends.
I start to believe them.  I start to give in.
To give in to the shadows.  To give in to the sin.

The shadows control me.  They break me until I've gone mad.
There's no longer anyone to save me.  Of them I doubt I ever had.

Too bad...