Tragedy gives birth to fury
Rage the cure for depression’s ills
A warrior is what I need to be
With all those deadly skills
The time for song and dance has ended
The Bard’s work is done
The pen for the sword I’ve traded
For I am a warrior’s son
They think that I’ll go meekly
Into the fading light
But they have woken the dragon
Who will not cannot go down without a fight
