In a land draped in tumultuous misery and black pain
Guarded by a beast who stands defiant and without shame
Lies a sword emblazoned in runes and encased in stone
Touch the blade and your blood will curdle from the beast and his moan
There is only one among us who will stand for the cause
With one foot in the grave and no time to perfect his flaws
On this path of peace there is a solemn truth to be told
Our hero is a man, worn,old,tattered and cold
He struggles onward until a scream pierces into the night
Claws and blade rip and tear in a wild fury of delight
Fingering his axe,he takes pause and ponders his own soul
As man and beast battle for control
