The moment I die, I wonder how I fair?
Would many care or would I just be another faceless being that took up precious air?
I step forward right into the light.
My shield bent, my sword shattered, my head split, all from a failed fight.
In the end, many will just be resigned to the status quo.
Just hang on and go with the flow.

A battered, broken warrior stands to look to the skies.
Defeated once more by the system, do wonder why we even try.
But yet with there is breath, there is hope.
Even if I seem to be at the end of my rope.
Through my skull my head does pound.
Wondering do I have one more round?

Yet I did my best.
Even if most efforts were taken in jest.
Blood splashes down from the sky.
Just why.
Those brave warriors fall one by one.
The empire has shattered, but all will battle until it is done.

Yet what are we fighting for.
Just to end up sprawled on the floor.
I feel the light slip away from me.
The kingdom is shattered, the best of us flee.
Once a bright kingdom full of light.
Now a barren wasteland, poisoned by a blight.

I’m in, I’m out, I’m in, I’m out, I’m in I can’t completely pull himself away.
Will I ever rue the day.
Cannot slip away into the night.
I have the chance, just take flight.
Others have smartly since departed, since have left without turning back.
My resolve is about to crack.
Yet those hear, precious and few, remain standing to take on the fight.
Even if there is precious little thats right.

A tool, a commodity we are, that’s all that it seems.
Were we fools to believe such noble dreams?
As this kingdom stands, we will never been completely released from our chains.
The rulers must be disposed or the kingdom must topple completely, to be free of pain.
Those who once funded us have stepped away.
As those who rule get more complacate, making the poor embittered people pay.

Reverse the curse that binds us here.
So there is no need to fear.
Sorrid unsacred land.
Warriors shattered, broken, no competent command.
Many are free.
The bindings shattered, but no bloom on the tree.

Step away, go away into the night.
Time to take flight.
Get out before it is too late.
Before your hope, your ambitions meet a grisly fate.
It will wilt like a polluted four leaf cover.
Turn out the light, the party is over.