Battle Of Madness

The torment of madness has withered

Dying from its very own mad decay,

My body enriched, now the game begins

So winner or loser, it will be come what may.

Stand my ground I do with pride

With fire in my heart I fight with honour,

Breaking the spirit of my weary enemy

And of what remains I do not ponder.

With sword and shield I arise a warrior

No General nor world top brass am I,

For today I dine before I go to hell

Or to the gods own valley my soul shall fly.

One more wave I dash into this war

My head held high upon a field of blood,

Many laying dying before that last battle cry

But only one can stand victor over good.

 © Marcus Kasabian De Storm 2010

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