The Warrior

The Warrior rises.
He is finally awake
From the ashes around him.
The undead in his way.

The Warrior rises.
He’s clad in chains and steel plates.
His armor’s forged in the fire.
No competition remains.

Swing that claymore.
That broad-hilted sword.

The Warrior is on his way,
Another enemy slain.

The Warrior is tired.
Another stands in his way.
His body retires.
His mind is fading away.

Swing that claymore.
That broad-hilted sword.

The Warrior is on his way,
Another enemy slain.