Fatal Friend
With sword in hand awaiting the bandit band,
I see an old friend that I know I can depend,
Death is here blood glistening on his spear,
With a mighty shout waving my blade about,
I rush towards my foe to strike a mighty blow,
For if I fall I will lose not all,
For my friend is here and I shall not fear,
For he will avenge me even if it takes years.
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