On a cold and misty night,
a ring of torches light the hallowed ground
where his father’s laid to rest
In the reflection of the sword
he sees his destiny and he swears up to the sky –
“You will not have died in vain”
On the field – with sword and shield
amidst the din of dying man’s wails
War is waged – and the battle will rage
until only the righteous prevail
From the shadows comes a man,
returning to his land – Winds of change
taint the sweet smell of home
And all around him, he can see
the pain and misery
this tyrant’s reign is through
“I will stand and fight… Will you?”
A heart of gold pumps within his metal skin
A noble line he carries on
On the field – with sword and shield
amidst the din of dying man’s wails
War is waged – and the battle will rage
until only the righteous prevail
I wish to stay…to be here with you
You were my strength…How can I go on?
On the field – with sword and shield
amidst the din of dying man’s wails
War is waged – and the battle will rage
until only the righteous prevail