A wimpy warrior I am
The one who fall the 1st in battle
I lean in front of simple winds
As yellow grass with winds I soar
I'm not a warrior at all,
A poet, this is who I am.
I never hold a sword inside my hands
My trusty weapons were my tongue and pen
But now the winds of war I smell
The fate had called me to the arms
The bells of war I hear
Inside the lines of Light Defenders now I stand
Thor God of Thunder, enlighten me my gloomy path
With thunder storms and holly roars
Swing Mjolnir above my head
My fearful soul exchanged with fearless one
I'll lean in front of nobody today,
I'll fight my way and I will win.
My destiny to stay alive
To tell the story of the war
Between the Darkness and the Light |
