Warrior’s bloodied sword
Lunging still straight ahead
Slicing the flesh down to the bone
Spilling the rancid blood to the ground
The green grass withers up at the touch
The air is rank with smell of evil
Each thrust ridding the land
Of another vile animal
We raise up our fists in celebration
To the fall of this evil villian
It is a dance of victory and praise,
Tonight the monster lies in his own blood
The night in his posts battle voice
Assures the land -tonight you sleep;
The monster Scarredback no longer
Roams the land
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