A warrior in prison,
Will he survive?
Locked away for no reason
He must stay alive.

His axe was his life,
To thrash was all he knew;
Shackled down, left to starve,
He must think what to do.

He must try to rebel -
But there's a guard in the tower;
If he ran - he'd be nailed,
And by dogs be devoured.

The window is barred,
And the warrior, once was brave
Feels he's played his last card
And starts thinking of his grave.

By the second he's near
To losing his hope
His allies appear
Hanging down from a rope.

The barred window is now struck down
With a few mighty hits and smacks;
Smile of vengeance replaces the frown
As he takes a hold, once more, of his axe.

Not again will he be chained
Second time he's being born
Running wild, free again
To rule his world alone!