Trudging through the fields of grey
Worn boots that have seen better days
Sword hanging from bloodied hand
Death spreads across the land
Crows circle around his head
They carry the voices of the dead
Sky grey with cold, bitter rain
He stares across the dismal plain
A journey long through endless years
Left behind his childhood fears
Long forgotten love and joy
No more an innocent boy
He's killed for duty, honor and pride
Now he kills just to survive
His battered face and bloodshot eyes
His wounded soul's unending cries
Adorned shield, like him battered and broken
All the oaths he should never have spoken
Promises made to god and to man
Abandoned like a misguided plan
Hunched over and broken the wasted land he roams
There's nowhere left he can call home
Laid to waste by his own hand
Once a paradise now a desolate land
The last one standing wins the prize
He should have read between the lies
Sold his soul for fortune and fame
In the end only he's to blame
Killed them all, newborn to the old
From the weak right up to the bold
Couldn't be stopped once the blood-lust started
By his hand, from life all have departed
A job well done or done to well
Now he lives an eternal hell