The blood runs red across the steppes
as the midday sun beats down
Swords clash and battle cries are sounded
severed heads and limbs lay all around
I see you stand before me your intent is clear
a look of bloodlust is deep in your eyes
I must use all my skill I can not back down
I must make certain that you do not survive
You thought you had me but I have turned the tide
My blade will swing, your head will fall by your side
And now you know yesterday is dead and gone
Kiss tomorrow goodbye
for today
you die
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