The everlasting night never shows a spect of light
What happens to the fighter waiting for dawn's early light
To stop and rest the breast plate off his chest
To lay down his sword & rest his mind if even for a sec
Just for a moment of serenity & peace
The disease of his steed is bubbling in his mind
And in time, he'll be the last of a dying breed
In the land of heat it's all about the speed of time
He's seen the hardest & strongest men get cut down just past the upcoming bend
The intensity in his heart is only matched by the nightmares in his head
It was once said if you live by the sword you'll die by the sword
Just to hide his insecuritys of the upcoming war
He became a whore to feel a false sence of love & hope
Now its all gone & the time for the biggest fight of his life
& it's not gonna be fought with his sword,might,or spite
BUT HIS MIND! WHO WILL WIN TIME OR HIS SPINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
