THE WARRIOR
Oppose me not, don't judge my quest.
Accuse me not of unfitness.
I come from North into the West,
With battles won and no regrets.
My voice of Truth, my heart of steel,
My destiny on spinning wheels,
Crossing the land of darkened crowds
of soldiers lost, crying out loud.
Mystical spell of blood and wrath,
of wounds not healing, from the past.
I made my passage into night,
With pleasure to contend and fight.
And I will die and dwell above,
Among the stars and those I loved.
My battle with the Gods begins
When I deliver all my sins.
For I adore the might of Death,
The warming welcome of its breath,
I bend in ecstasy to kiss
Those lips surrendering in bliss.
