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The Warrior stands alone
The enemies are superior
All friends are dead
No hope for escape

What shall he do?

His fear is gigantic
The world colours dark
His sweat drops to the ground
His face is white
He throws his weapons to the ground
He want?s to surrender

Now he?s a prisioner
The king pronounces his judgement
They put him into jail
His life is gone away

What shall he do?

His fear is gigantic
The world colours dark
His sweat drops to the ground
His face is white
He throws his weapons to the ground
He want?s to surrender