Whispered Hold The Sword
Behold the signs of the never-ending war
The furious screams of the gods
As the nightfall sets to the distance
The blood of the warriors light the sky
This moment is ready to be ruined
By those who dishonor the blade
As he looks into their eyes he sees fear;
The bleeding wounds are no excuse
No Excuse!
Even those who lead the way
Show fear in their hearts
Time has come for the One to rise
To show where courage is, when it can't be found
The birth of the child of war
The one who will define the way
For those who shall be carrying the blade till the end of days
Fate only smiles to the wise
Who put themselves aside
Who are ready to die, embrace the form
Of honor in its purest form
The honor of dying
As you're holding the sword
Fight!
Like the last man in the night
Holding the front alone, and the
Fear!
Shall be no more if the one's prepared
To hold the sword
Hold the sword!
Fight!
Like the last man in the night
Holding the front alone, and the
Fear!
Shall be no more if the one's prepared
To hold the sword
Hold the sword!
Tales shall be written in his honor, his
Cause will define a man. The strongest of all
Will bow to him, the child of the god of war