the sound of the blade

lowering clouds in the sky aglow

darken my shield of victory

is my fate doomed to hell on earth?

a shift in the wind guides me to to home

i stare in the mirror now

who is that under my bloody mail?

i bury my lance and i kneel on this field

i rend the air with my old sword

i commend my soul to god

i?m fatally hurt but not by a knight

when i hear the sound of the blade

i recall all the blood shed in vain

i bury my lance and i knell on this field

i rend the air with my old sword

i commend my soul. wherever i turn my eyes i only see the lives

i shattered and they'll never find the path of the sun

wherever i turn my head i only see the dead

i left behind

they'll never find the path of the sun