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 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 kneel 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