My heart it pounds, to the sound,

Of my annihilation.

Swords will clash, my heart with gash,

Bleeding out with causation.

My king he stands, safe on our land,

And without hesitation.

I will die, I will cry,

For his safety insureation.

Yet to the land of awake, causes my heart to ache,

For he is not shielded from his expiration.