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