Page 1, A Warrior\'s Paradise

In a perfect world

All my own

Everyone would wear their crest

Upon their chest

And belt it proudly into the night.

Blood for blood

And blood of mine

I’d carry honor

Down the line

And wade on through

The sands of time

Without a damning tear.

Dust to choke the birth of dawn

We would make the world our own

And curse the seas

That dare to tide

And beat the coward

And tan his hide

As if he could so reside

Inside this world of mine.

Sword within the birthing hand

Dying tongue with lies

The first and last upon our breath

Is fearsome battle cries.

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