A warrior lay wounded clasping his sword
Wounded and bloodied, he unstraps his armor
Looking over, a crying child caressing a war hound
The battle chants continue as he reminisces
So much death yet so much glory
Unable to move, fear is his best friend
He is willing to die for something more than himself
Thunder claps, Lightning strikes
The rain follows, it is the beginning of a new era
He peers over to see his shield cracked
His family crest shattered, a sign
As he pulls his sword close to him
He gasps and holds his breath
Suddenly, he peers out in the battlefield
A man in a white cloak rides down the mountainside
It is time
His new kingdom awaits his return