Hold the Sword - Whispered

Behold the signs of the never-ending war

The furious screams of the gods

As the nightfall sets to the distance

The blood of the warriors light the sky

This moment is ready to be ruined

By those who dishonor the blade

As he looks into their eyes he sees fear;

The bleeding wounds are no excuse

No Excuse!

Even those who lead the way

Show fear in their hearts

Time has come for the One to rise

To show where courage is, when it can’t be found

The birth of the child of war

The one who will define the way

For those who shall be carrying the blade till the end of days

Fate only smiles to the wise

Who put themselves aside

Who are ready to die, embrace the form

Of honor in its purest form

The honor of dying

As you’re holding the sword

Fight!

Like the last man in the night

Holding the front alone, and the

Fear!

Shall be no more if the one’s prepared

To hold the sword

Hold the sword!

Fight!

Like the last man in the night

Holding the front alone, and the

Fear!

Shall be no more if the one’s prepared

To hold the sword

Hold the sword!

Tales shall be written in his honor, his

Cause will define a man.

The strongest of all

Will bow to him, the child of the god of war