The darker the night
The stronger my sight
A sense of agony and delight
As the packs gather to fight
The king of another tribe
Rebels of felony, decide to bribe
I belong to my own kind
No tribe, no rebels, I am the king of my mind
A warrior once, never defeated
In any challenge or fight unbeated
The love of my life, my soul, my pride
Betrayed me and my clan to become the rebels bride
Known to many by my name, Baygoon
Often insight amongst the shadows of the moon
A fighter, a warrior, a man of loyalty
No king, no tribe, I bow to no royalty
Deep in the darkest forest, where the ancient ruins fall
I live among the trees, to help those who call
The ruins peak, looks like a primitive pyramid of a kind
A legend holds behind its closed eyes, for me to find
A promise to myself I've made to fulfill,
Till my last breath, my blood shall spill
When the death lord, happens to take me away
I'd welcome it like a warrior and descend from this body, that day...

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