Highlander

Born a lover, man of valor and strength Admiration of women, eyes in length Head of the valiant Power acquired from assailant Might relinquished at hand Born to conquer by hand From the sword lives the strong Bold and louder than a gong Name etched on stones to lead Fame carved on skins to bleed Highlander is the warrior Half-man and half-sorcerer Skilled to live and conquer Fated to last like a meteor Hundreds of years he has lived Real or myth, not short-lived To kill is to survive with dolor To die is to live with honor Villains of various characters Attempted to deceive as praters Enemies wearing tatters Bearing signs and symbols of partners Charlatans in images of beasts Or allies of antagonist that feasts No one has yet silenced Voice of protagonist in valence The name remains the same Under a curse he lived without shame Redemption for every kill on his list Contrition and pains in his whist Gorged with uncontrollable dreams Scourge of endless reams Hands of stone that's blown Heart of own that groan Immortality is the prize of existence Mortality as the wager of penitence Sword is a sign of the Cross A token of torments embossed Balance of justice he lived for Weights of toils he'll die for Hero or heel, he asked Brewed or screwed, he basked A King in his right to live A slave in his sight to give Blood in his own vein that whines Soul in a body that grinds Highlander is the title coined Man of justice in his cry conjoined Love in his heart will stand tall Over heroism or barbarism of the fall Love will prevail in the heart of the Highlander Destined to outlast, not falter There can only be one...