I am a warrior. I've no name or race.
I was born to fight, with a great world to face.
Scars that bear stories, none to hear what I say.
No home to go back to, at the end of the day.
I fight for no cause. I kill to survive.
I do so upon instinct, in combat I come alive.
I slash, slice and I parry; my sword is a sight.
Wherever I go, I spare no-one's life.
For me, there's no God or Devil. I'm one and the same.
A silent soldier. A pawn in a game.
I am a warrior. I have no name or race.
Within this world of war and struggle, I will never find my place.
