Lone Warrior - Heidra

Legend tells of a man

A warrior without a name

On the path that he walked

There was no beauty to behold

On a cold and starry night

Amidst trees in an old forest he stood

Crying out his longing to the winds

Cursing the gods up high

A lone warrior he was

His heart destined to break

Memories of gruesome deeds

Embedded into his mind

Longing for the infinite sea

He would rush to the shores

But nothing could satisfy

The desire deep in his soul

His sword cut down many men

No living foe was beyond his skill

Yet mighty though he was

He could not quell the conflict within

A lone warrior he was

His faith bound to falter

Memories of gruesome deeds

Embedded into his mind

Longing for the infinite sea

He would rush to the shores

But nothing could satisfy

The desire deep in his soul

Days turned into months

As he waited for salvation

Though it would never come

Months turned into years

No one could save

His poor lonely soul

Legend tells of a man

A warrior without a name

Who led a life of the sword

And left behind him a bloody trail

Standing now a faithless man

He had invoked the wrath of the gods

He recklessly went to fight a losing battle

The battle that would finally claim his life

A lone warrior he was

His heart destined to break

Memories of gruesome deeds

Embedded into his mind

He lived a life of the sword

And as a warrior he would die

Slain on the field of battle

That was his sad fate