Battlefield of Broken

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Battlefield of Broken lyrics
(Verse 1)
He’s the warrior, a legend untold,
In the heart of the battlefield, fierce and bold.
Unbeaten, he stands, with pride in his eyes,
Wields a great axe, under stormy skies.
Defeating countless enemies, he claims his fame,
Basking in the glory, he’s a master of the game.
Doesn’t care for friendship, or a love that’s true,
Only the thrill of the fight, the praise he pursues.
(Chorus)
In the battlefield of broken, he reigns supreme,
But the shadows are lurking, shattering the dream.
In the battlefield of broken, where glory fades,
He’ll learn the price of pride, in the dance of blades.
(Verse 2)
One fateful day, a figure cloaked in night,
Stood against him, mundane, devoid of fight.
With an axe raised high, he charged with a roar,
Another foe to conquer, just another score.
But the hooded figure moved with grace and ease,
Every swing that he took just met with the breeze.
Frustration grew fierce, instead of joy and cheer,
For the first time in battle, he felt a whisper of fear.
(Chorus)
In the battlefield of broken, he reigns supreme,
But the shadows are lurking, shattering the dream.
In the battlefield of broken, where glory fades,
He’ll learn the price of pride, in the dance of blades.
He’ll learn the price of pride, in the dance of blades.
(Bridge)
He put every bit of strength in his final attack,
But air slipped through his fingers, the reality cracked.
Frozen in confusion, a question so stark,
How could he miss, in the light and the dark?
Then came the sharp pain, tasted blood in his mouth,
As he gasped for the air, feeling the darkness come out.
A blooded sickle gleamed as he looked back in dread,
The hooded figure stood still, where his glory now bled.
(Chorus)
In the battlefield of broken, he reigns supreme,
But the shadows are lurking, shattering the dream.
In the battlefield of broken, where glory fades,
He’ll learn the price of pride, in the dance of blades.
(Outro)
Dread, despair and regret, as he falls to the ground,
A warrior defeated, no glory to be found.
In the battlefield of broken, he finally see,
A life lived in battle, was never truly free.
In the battlefield of broken, he reigns no more,
Only echoes of his name, whispering from the shore.
He’s the warrior, who thought he’d never fall,
In the end, he discovered, he’d lost it all.
In the battlefield of broken, he reigns no more,
Only echoes of his name, whispering from the shore.
He’s the warrior, who thought he’d never fall,
In the end, he discovered, he’d lost it all.