The Sound Of The Blade - Dark Moor

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