12 swords

here i stand and alas

of a warrior's class

apprentice turned sorcerer i

i've seen many wars end

made the battle my friend

none am i afraid to defy

i've done as i please

yet i fall to my knees

weak and bleeding sure that i'm through

and as i lay there to die

i can see the night sky

and suddenly i'm thinking of you

does the crescent moon rise

by the light of your eyes

can you see the star that i'm wishing on

and is it shining as bright

from where you see it tonight

and does the love that you feel make you strong

on my twelve swords i'm yours

till you need me no more

and i'll wish away till morning

like a harvested husk

another city sacked at dusk

the rampaging conquest goes well

but i cannot erase

the memory of our embrace

without you i'd have died where i fell

and i must ask again

is the battle my friend

what will my life and sorcery be

i only know this is true

that indeed i love you

and i ask by the first star i see

does the crescent moon rise

by the light of your eyes

can you see the star that i'm wishing on

and is it shining as bright

from where you see it tonight

and does the love that you feel make you strong

does the crescent moon rise

by the light of your eyes

can you see the star that i'm wishing on

and is it shining as bright

from where you see it tonight

and does the love that you feel make you strong

on my twelve swords i'm yours

till you need me no more

and i'll wish away till morning

and i'll wish away till morning