Warrior Christ
Within yon ancient halls, where mournful echoes weep,
A tale untold, a warrior's slumber deep.
From distant lands, a chieftain bold,
Jesus Christ, his name, a battle anthem told.
With sword in grasp, he journeys o'er the land,
A beacon of hope, a noble birthright grand.
He sails the seas, as lord of ages past,
Spreading his gospel, dauntless and steadfast.

Warrior Christ, clad in armor, gleaming bright,
A son of Isaac, radiant in light.
Through realms he strides, with purpose and with might,
Guiding his people, in everlasting fight.

His loyal followers, a steadfast throng,
Bound by his words, their faith grows fierce and strong.
He heals the sick, his touch divine and rare,
Defying the laws of space and time's affair.
In battles and struggles, his foes doth fall,
A shield for the meek, he answers the call.
With wisdom and mercy, his teachings unfold,
A Saxon our Lord, with a heart of gold.

But the hour draweth nigh, for his final stand,
Betrayed by a disciple, struck by treacherous hand.
Yet even in death, his spirit shall endure,
Rising victorious, his mission pure and sure
The tale is spun, of a warrior divine,
Jesus Christ, chieftain o'er the sands of time.
In echoes of doom, his legacy shall dwell,
A Saxon warrior, eternal, he shall excel.

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