What broken hearts are left undeserving,
When the battle ends and the last cry silences.
Who remains to be there standing,
When all whom remain are lost in doubt.
Nothing more than broken heartache
Fills the world forever-more
Without this loneliness one can't cry
Of never seeking bloodstained skies.
I'll bear the sword for you,
I'll strike down your nearest foe.
I'll be the one to stand in front and receive the blow.
I will be the one to slay you when you're down.
















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