Arachranoch

With steel and heart, the path is tread,
A warrior to face the shadows' maw,
The malevolent terror's dreadful wrath,
Our people's hopes are sworn to hold.
The twisting labyrinthine lair,
A web of nightmares dark and deep,
Each step, a whispered prayer,
To conquer what lies ahead.
In dreams, a love's sweet face,
The reason for this desperate fight,
To save her from the demon's embrace,
With steel and heart, the path is tread,
A warrior to face the shadows' maw.
Through darkness cold, a sword ablaze,
A beacon in the void's cruel grasp,
Each chasm, whispers raise,
Of all the souls that it has clasped.
The scraping echoes, fear unleashed,
Each moment, death draws near,
Yet the fight must not cease,
To conquer what lies ahead.
In dreams, a love so warm,
A lifeline in this cruel abyss,
A solace from the encroaching storm,
The reason for this desperate fight.
With steel and heart, the path is tread,
To conquer what lies ahead,
A warrior to face the shadows' maw,
To save her from the demon's embrace.

Nird