Approaches, the enemy of my soul.
Sword in hand I prepare to fight.
Lunges forward, the adversary of my soul
To send my spirit to the darkness of the night.
CHING! CLASH! BASH! SHANK!
Pierces my skin, the master of the night.
He steps back as I observe the wound.
The enemy thinks he has won the fight.
Lunging at him I strike. CHING!
He blocks my attack as I keep up the fight.
This adversary will never win the battle.
For I will fight with all my might!
CHING! STAB! PUSH! CLASH!
Striking down the enemy, I thrust
My Sword of Righteousness, THRASH!
The enemy falls to the ground, like he must.
I turn away and start to walk away,
Thinking I have won the war.
I see movement and hear him say,
“I am stronger than you! I have more power!”
At first I fought a man with cunning ways.
Now I face a monster that won’t ever stop.
At first I thought evil could be defeated.
Now I know my sword must never drop.
The CHING of battle must always be heard.
As long as I live, so does the master of the night.
Every sunrise will always be followed by a sunset.
Every day will always be followed by night.
Tho’ I get beat down, and torn apart,
My soul will forever endure the call.
Tho’ the enemy of my soul will never depart,
My Sword of Righteousness will never fall.
