It happens again as it's happened before. A few little changes, but still the same core.
Always a conflict, a struggle, a war. Always the servants who stand guard at your door.
Sometimes you're cruel and sometimes you're kind, you fight with your strength and your heart and your mind.
For justice you fight, or revenge for your mother, or a wrong done to you, a loved one, another.
Always so clever, never clever enough. You think you'll survive - you think that you're tough.
Always you fight, and others fight with you. Always you do what you swear that you have to.
Always you battle, always you try. Always you fail...
Always you die...