Into the warriors eyes
There is much guilt and regret.
Though he has been trained
As only a killer of men
He mourns his former lover.
He does not win his fights
Because of sheer talent and strength.
He wins because he has nothing to lose
He rapes, he hurts, he destroys
Entire villages
With one mighty slash of his sword
Death runs in his, our veins.
And he, nor I
Do not falter among mortal men.
That is our history
My ancestry, Our legacy.
Gods among Kings
Gods among Men
Cower down as you hear the rumble
Of a legion of
Barbarianism that runs thru my blood.
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