Struggle and strife, Brought to this life,
To slay the dragons that rule.
Stand not to me close, I can not boast,
For my life is not good, but cruel.
Death follows me, As I flee,
To a place I have not been.
Pray to my Lord, and carry a sword,
Wounds that will not mend.
Last but not least, I have killed the beast,
and I look for another to kill.
Gone from home, It is here where I roam,
and travel of my own free will.
Still fighting the past, how can it last,
I have done this all before.
Silence to plenty, Death to many,
Can you help me close this door?