Shining Sword

The darkest warrior marches on
All his comrades lost and gone
Grimy serpents fogged in grey
Entwine themselves about his way

His shining sword is sheathed in rust
His iron might has turned to dust
His haunted eyes are filled with death
His eagle cry is a whimpering breath

He asks of life with hand unsure
And asks of death a quicker cure
His soul is burnt by dead desires
And all his dreams are dying fires

He bares his soul, he burns his heart
He tears his inner self apart
He is the soldier, darkest one
He is Hell's forgotten son

He shall seek and shall not find
And seek again with broken mind
He is the soldier filled with dust
With broken mind and broken trust

His banners bright are ripped and torn
His shining armor's scarred and worn
His solemn glories are gone to Hell
And all his hopes are gone as well

And though his every dream is gone
This darkest warrior marches on