I'm scared, the fight is about to begin.
This lonesome warrior feels his end.
As a boy I learned to hate,
that is what made me great.
Before I die in this last fight,
with my last breath I unleash a loud cry,
I scream "We will not go quietly into the night"
Quoting another great warrior "We have not yet begun to fight"
We will not stop nor yeild,
Till we've cast your ass' off this field.
So young warrior heed my words,
'Cause someday the rage will be yours. |