The Soldier's Song

Through the clouds of fallen ash,
a lonely mother's cry.
Among the fields of broken glass,
a loyal few will rise.
Faith now regained.
Finding strength within the void,
of raging fire ignites.
A spark of ever-burning power
and conviction to to fight.
Pride be your name.
They will spit upon the honor that
you guard with your life,
And run to hide in selfish fear
when threat of death is in sight.
Lay down your shame.


Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand by your will


These tears we spill,
They haunt us still.
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep,
Beneath our feet.

We are the sons of holy wrath
a shining light in the dark.
The ones who walk amongst despair,
no sign of fear in our hearts.
Stand in death's way.
Shut out the voice of mindlessness,
open your eyes to the truth.
Believe the words that stand the test
and not the slurs of the youth.
You're not what they say.


Turn over the tables and watch them run.
You'll be the weapon they can't outgun.

*Property of Demon Hunter.