He's a Champion
Who goes there?... A stranger... Stand and state your name
I come to fight for my people on this cold night
A champion acclaimed
His brow is furrowed deeper from the scars,
Of a hundred fights before
But the challenger who's reaching for his crown
Brings him back to fight once more.
He's a champion, a mighty war machine
He's a champion, by his strength revealed
He walks with kings and commoners alike
and all have heard his fame
When you have tasted the fountain of the Gods
Can earthly pleasure ever be the same.
In the clearing motionless he waits
As he has so many times
His opponent prepares himself in haste
The moment has arrived
He's a champion, a mighty war machine
He's a champion, by his strength revealed
Thinking now of younger days that never seemed to end
and sees how, he's known no love but the will to win
Quick and ruthless, he closes for the kill
He knows the ancient law.
For every man who by the sword has stood
by the sword must fall.
He's a champion.