The Chothonian Warrior

Tis’ strange his mind wandered
to lands and different shores,
But still he pondered thoughts of death
with the breath that he had left.

Of smoke, fire and hell,
To raise the sword and cut the breath
the breath of a warrior,
A warrior so strong, but……
Tis’ strange,
Is death on the breath of the warrior
that worries.

A shield of sun, a sword of Earth,
a might so strong with will
To worry the warrior,
Oh open thy breast and feel the sword
of the solemn earth,
But sun so strong shall shield you
from the warrior that worries,
Or shall it?.

Take thy sword and bury it deep
Deep inside the cavern of flesh.
Tear the heart and take the breath,
with smoke, fire and hell,
Make clean thy sword and thy worries,
For the warrior who worries the warrior
shall worry no more.