“Fear over the Ominous, turns Upside Down”

I stand here, a fallen warrior. A spear I own.
With this halberd, lie my fate and my destiny.
Then I start to wander in this forgotten town,
Strolling for what lies ahead of my agony.

Searching for my paradise, where I live and die
Reviving my lost past, I walk here all alone
Waiting for my end, mercy come and bid good bye
A nightmare of the grim reaper, walks mine atone

I release my spear, to counter my fear of death,
Release it and let the wind take my fate away.
With it, my destiny held the life, I regret,
I underestimated my opponent, I miss on my dismay.

I then take my sword, but my mind tried to stop me,
Cause I know, that I will still lose in the near end.
Drop my sword, and remembered an old folk’s saying,
In every defeat there’s one last hope, Faith, in Rend.

Rushing to the Nightmare, I felt that my fist is in burning fury
I pierce to his body, and leave, farewell. Good Bye.