Conflicts Ancient lyrics

In ancient times there lived a great warrior, strong

Many battles lost and won, and still he lived long

Shield bearing pawns, guardians of a kingdom forgotten

Pawns borne upon vacant arms, the conflict's begotten

The struggle is ended and he trudges home very tired

Back to the dwelling of his mate and his children sired

No more the excalibre slashes the air, now splitting mud

The dirt and water lavate hewn sweltering blood

Victory fleeting survives only in the heart of single silence

His head in fatigue hangs low, mortal quivering opulence

He inquires into his curious destiny of overwhelming uncertainty

Could this sentence to further days be fate's feinty?

A sprig of hemlock may sooth the weary slaven spirit

An escape to a shackled captive who must finally submit

No valour in peace nor courageous phantom men

Breath stayed by death's murky condemned fen

As an edge dullens so does the taste for vile ruthlessness

For stiffening appendages and grey extracts youthfulness

Brazened blade now structured a plow to split land

Creation of life now dominates once destructive hand

The heart holds dear dreams of a past retreated to location

A wiser view of the world's recurrent depth of mediation

Destiny viewed by aged sage experiences kept infinately

Handheld sword for Valhala carries on a life definately

As day and night, or youth and age, their difference seen

But they shall spring forth though insecure and unsure between