Let them come, let them come!
For I have built a shield wall of emotions.
They can march by land
or take their ships over the ocean,
but I will not be moved by the wicked ones,
the quickest ones can try out all their moves
under thick clouds and the sun.
I’ll wait here with shield and spear
and a battle cry on my tongue
I won’t carry on from dusk to dawn,
I’ll wait until they come.
My enemies seem to be all out for blood,
I raise my spear as they lay down here in the mud.
If they want to meet me on the battlefield
they’ll greet me and the beast I keep inside
who’s worth unleashing in these times.
Let them fight! Let them fight!
I would love to clash our swords
as bodies fall, splash into fjords,
if out of line, we’ll smash these whores,
and if it rains, I’ll ask it pours.
Rain down and cleanse this epic battle
me versus evil, it’s nothing new,
but I’ve fought it for so long now
and the rain seems to be seeping through
my shield wall, and so I’m slipping
both my sword and shield I’m gripping
as my enemies are tripping
as they try to fight…
only one of us will make it through the night.
My enemies seem to be fighting me to boast
that they killed me, but they will see me turn them into ghosts.
If they want to meet me on the battlefield
they’ll greet me and the monster that’s inside
who’s worth unhinging in these times.
Let them die! Let them die!
Succubi and demonkind,
the love and lust that heathens find
the blood and guts of evil minds
the ones I loved for whom I pined.
All’s not well, passions burning in this living hell.
Ashes rain like snow again
with clashing pains of now and then,
and all that’s left to do
is fall back from the fight
until I’m called back in tonight
sword in my left hand, shield in right…
not a hope within my sights.
Until I find the strength from deeper down inside,
I’d rather fight the frontlines that just run away and hide.
My enemies seem to be all knocking at the door,
I let them in, but I will win since I’ve something to fight for.
If they want to meet me on the battlefield
they’ll greet me and the hero that’s inside
who’s worth unveiling in these times.
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