Verse 1:
The battle lines are drawn
The warrior swings without hesitation
An unlikely hero is born
He wields his skill with pride
He expects them to bleed but not to die
Despite the wounds that he leaves behind
He holds his head high
Chorus:
Another day and one more breath
One more mispronounced senseless death
As long as we can partake
In the profits and merry we make
Not one thought is spared for the blind
While another coin is taken down the line
The warrior is justified
The warrior is justified
Verse 2:
The battle scars are clear
He carries the burden of the blood he has shed
Quietly mourns the one’s he holds dear
He confesses his sins with pride
He wants them to see but not to cry
Despite the hurt you can see in his eyes
He holds his head high
Bridge:
His conscience barely intact
His soul in a dead space
Begging him to make the journey back
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