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Cease the moment and love unfolds
Stay within and time is still
A thousand swords swing against a single bladed spear
A surviving champion feared has the advantage 
How long can his strength hold out
Slice and slash, lunge and pull a hundred dead before you
Shaky swords gleam in the scorching sun
You sweat but they bleed a hundred more fall
Like a haunting ballad of death, beauty in motion
a single soul as machine cuts and slaughters
a wall of human flesh the thirsty ground drinks blood
My enemies have come for my people
an invasion of a force too strong
Refusing to surrender, refusing to betray
a hundred more fall
Bewitched and stun are his foe
admiring his skill and technique
his will and his strength, raw courage
He fights for freedom of his people, for a love he never speaks
to a Queen he swears complete devotion
Down they fall a hundred here a hundred there
Around and around he swirls his mighty spear
the blade so sharp their blood so red
and again a hundred more are dead
How by heavens can he go on
The lord of his enemies lower his hand
two hundred archers shoot a shower of arrows
He swings high his bladed spear a hundred arrows 
cut in half and a hundred foe shot down dead
A young princess in shiny armor aims her bow and shoots
her arrow pierces through his chest as he stops cold
Hunched over and held up by clinging to his grounded spear
Whats left of the swordsmen too afraid to approach
Amongst the circle of dead he lifts up his head
his life bleeding away, the mighty warrior screams out
My Queen lives, she is free and breathes his last breath
The princess in her armor of gold approaches him
across the field of death she reaches the mighty warrior
His head bowed his body stands, his hands death grip on his spear
His blood spilled onto the ground she knows he finally dies
My Lord, My Father he is dead, shall we feed his corspe to the dogs
No.  He is honored by fire, burned onto  a mountain of his
slain enemies, flames roar high, as his spirit ascends
into a realm of peace for a taste of Nirvana
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