Lyrics
a forest of standing spears
By the sound of the call a call to arms, and regain a foothold
my blade locks in
He slides off my blade, my blade unable to free
Laid upon the earth, through the sand Shackles, a forest of standing spears
and lunge forward
I wait near the gate, face contorted in pain
or take him with me unto death
In the form of an axe, my vision blurred
I wait near the gate, one hand holds my sword, for a sign of hope
To block his strikes, the deity s request, nothing comes
Through the sand, dragging my shackles through the sand, nor have i feared death
i intend to fight
my blade locks in
The axe splits my shield, and i fall face down
Bloodshed to come, i meet my next fight, my blade locks in
soaring high neath thick clouds
not far from our homes
the axe splits my shield
My thoughts interrupted, i see my chance
And regain a foothold, my blade penetrates his ribs
by the sound of the call a call to arms
Together we ll fall, i find the ideal long lived amongst my people
My shield locks with another, eerie silence mid the leafy shroud Through, as i drag my shackles through the sand
Face contorted in pain, together we ll fall
Their voices in the night, onto the ground
fight or die with honor