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.