The Warrior's Soul is his blade.
His true Essence shall never fade.
When two brave Souls clash in battle,
Throughout the land, echoes rattle.
Through rush of battle many are slain.
Through Honor, their Deaths come not in vain.
Tales of the Great and tales of old,
Many tales of warriors told.
They spill blood upon the ground,
To keep loved ones safe and sound.
Unlike the many innocent, who are but Cattle,
Warriors ever carry the Spirit of Battle.
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