I will rise…

Sworddancer, Necromancer, devilmaster, fireblaster, death knight… fits me right.

Keep calling me names, mate, for you it’s just too late.

Fear my fist, take my steel, spill your blood, pain you’ll feel.

The time I will rise, your end will be near,

I will hunt you down, like a helpless deer.

So you’d better behave, do not mess with me,

for I am immortal, you are no match for me.

Your loot. I shall take it.

Long ago, I threw away my blade,
because it’s no use now, I’m afraid.
Long time, I mingled with myself,
crawling in the grass, I was left on the shelf.

I lost but you didn’t win, that’s for sure,
so now and forever I will escape your lure.
You say I’m wrong but you ain’t right,
I won’t complain, I’m still ready to fight.

Mark my words mate and mark them good,
for I will come to you and take all your loot.

(This is just for fun. I mean no harm ^^)