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.