They lead the horses to the field The trumpets sound the call All in all, what a glorious way to die
Stand in glory for the king And the coming times of peace the murmurs cease as the royal banners fly
Summon the captain of the guard in battle he is held in great regard An honor to joust with a king for the glory it brings, and the fear of the words of the witch who claims that death is growing near
Who claims that death is growing near Let no man interfere!
Valor...on the field The silver gauntlets grip the shield Silence pierces the helm of the king of the realm
Galloping towards the lance It’s a deadly game of chance Danger approaches the helm of the king of the realm
The splinters pierce the golden shield Today a king will fall The wound is small, but his strength begins to fail
Call the healer to the field The smell of blood is in the air the cries and prayers, will they be to no avail?
His death will greet him slow and cruel The ending of a long and bloody rule Live by the sword and the lance and there’s always a chance that you’ll hear The decree of the witch who claims that death is growing near
Two wounds, into one The final hours have begun the strength falls from the hand of the king of the land
Mind fills with regret of foes and battles never met But the reaper hears no command from the king of the landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
