Step by step I outrun the nightmare I'm from
the guns, the larcenous man, and the drugs.
I lift myself to cleaner air and then
build myself a cave to remember when
I fought for the food to survive the rough winters
a soldier of fools that tried to be the winner
of bread that was already too stale to swallow
a wolf in sheeps clothing with no shepherd to follow
with no pack to report to, nothing to gain
just the money in my pocket and my thirst for fame
hungry enough for power to devour my friends
taking down my ally never knowing where the end
of the road of self-destruction might lead any day
I'll be lost without companions to follow to the fray
and the drums of the battle-march only get louder
as I build myself a cave that will serve till the shout of
war comes again and I cannot deny it
pick up the sword and swing as I fight again
the death of my enemies will regain me my honor
my fallen foes herald the coming of the fawn.
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