THE BEGINNING OF THE MEDIEVAL SOLDIER

IN THE BEGINNING, I ONCE WAS A MAN, OF PURE FLESH AND BLOOD,
MY ONLY QUEST WAS TO PROVIDE FOR THE ONES, THAT I LOVED.

I MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL GODS, FOR THE LIVES OF MY BE LOVE,
I’M STARTING TO FORGET WHAT THERE FACES LOOKED LIKE WITH ME OVER ABOVE

NOW I’M CONDEMNED BY A SINFUL CONTRACT;
NO MORE SHALL I FEEL LOVES HUMAN CONTACT,

FOR ALL I HAVE IS AN IMMORTAL MAN’S LIFE OF PAIN,
I’M PUNISHED FOR A CRIME I COMMITTED IN VEIN.

ON THE BATTLE FIELD I SHALL FIGHT WITH PASSION AND PRECISION,
BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE BY A PROPHETS MAGIC AND VISION.

CREATED BY GODS TO BE A SLAYER OF THE SOULLESS UN-DEAD,
SENT BACK TO THE PAST TO TAKE A HOLY MANS HEAD.

I CARRY A SWORD AND ONLY THE BLOOD OF THE EVIL DOETH DRIPS,
DESIGNED SO THAT NO MANS LIES, MAY PASS FROM HIS LIPS,

THE SWORD TELLS ME WHO ARE THE ONES, OUT OF ALL THE HUMAN SONS,

THE SWORD SPEAKS THE NAMES OF THOUS THAT FEAR GOD THE MOST,
FOR ANY DEMON CREATURE CAN TRY TO BOAST.

FOR THIS SWORD IT WAS FORGED AND LET STAND IN THE RIVER OF PURE TRUTH AND ETERNITY,
AND ONLY A WOMAN CAN ESCAPE ITS BLADE, AND HAVE TRUE SANCTUARY.

FOR THE MAN THAT ONCE WAS, HE IS NOW FOREVER GONE,
AND TIS ONLY HIS PHYSICAL SHELL THAT LIVES ON,

FOR ALL THE LOVE HE GAVE, ALL THAT HE DID WRONG,
THIS MAN IS NOW A MEMORY, A FABLE, AND A SONG,

FOR ALL THAT REMAINS IS NOTHING BUT A SHELL,
AND ALL THAT DRIVES IT, IS A CONTRACT WITH HELL,

FOR WHEN THE DEPT IS PAID, AND THE CONTRACT IS NO-MORE,
UNLESS HE FINDS FORGIVENESS, THIS I SHALL IMPLORE,

HIS SOUL SHALL NOT BE HIS, FROM NOW TO EVERMORE.

BY: XANTHIA AMY PHOENIX DEAN