If any man has come to fight, let him now
Be heard,
Let his sword move fast and swift, to deliver
His deadly curse.
I do not fear any man, for none have struck
Me down,
Until the day that I am beat, only I shall wear
The crown.
I see your heart as hard as stone, but still
Will serve no good,
I'd advise to turn back now, you should've
Ran while you could.
The moon has come and night is here,
Peaceful as death itself,
All the stars look down on you, guiding
The path to hell.
How brave you are to stand your ground,
Foolish though it is,
Many a man would have turned in fear,
But to you the fight is bliss.
Does this make you strong? Or does it
Make you weak?
Either way by end this night, your chances
Are looking bleak.
