Warrior Spirit

I saw you walking past
With a sword in your sheath and a hand on your glass
I didn't think to ask
Who you caught up to meet who you fought in the past
Without a moment to waste
I began my assault swung my axe in his face
The blow didn't leave a trace
And a look of pure horror appeared on your face
They accost but don't fight back
And carry me to my feet
A warrior spirit they lack
Their blood will be my mead
A mighty lunging swing
Is parried with great ease
And as I fall I sing
Their heart will be my feast
The party hold me back
It takes seven or eight to try and end the attack
I have another crack
Shift my weight to my shoulders land a kick in the back
My legs give way on me
As I search for my axe that was lost in the spree
And as I fall to my knees
My stomach starts churning and I struggle to see
They accost but don't fight back
And carry me to my feet
A warrior spirit they lack
Their blood will be my mead
A mighty lunging swing
Is parried with great ease
And as I fall I sing
Their heart will be my feast
They accost but don't fight back
And carry me to my feet
A warrior spirit they lack
Their blood will be my mead
A mighty lunging swing
Is parried with great ease
And as I fall I sing
Their heart will be my feast
They accost but don't fight back
And carry me to my feet
A warrior spirit they lack
Their blood will be my mead
A mighty lunging swing
Is parried with great ease
And as I fall I sing
Their heart will be my feast
They accost but don't fight back
And carry me to my feet
A warrior spirit they lack
Their blood will be my mead
A mighty lunging swing
Is parried with great ease
And as I fall I sing
Their heart will be my feast