Fearless
From where i come from they call us the fearless But in truth we are fearful Fear of life, We bath in danger and death. Fear of commiting sin, We fight with a justful wrath. They call us fearless, That which we are not. We are only human, our own demons have yet to be fought. They praise us fearless, That praise not yet reached. But we are not worthless, We are a well armed breed. Our fight, Fuled by not bloodlust but love. Our might, Holds steady by the gods above.










