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I bear the black sword
of a friend I once slew
an outlaw to fight on
is the path , I must choose.

Traveler and hunter fights through the storm
I adove in exil , never to return
in the depth of forest , upon the open plains
stalking through the shadows , I will never be slew.

Victory in battle is waven in my heart
destiny is against me , but I prevail on wrath
my spirit is on fire , waging eternal war
when I send my furies forth , my foes shall be no more.

Gurthang , I hold the enchanted black sword
Gurthang , breaks the mightiest shield
Gurthang , is wrought from living steel
metal from a fallen star , I face the storm
fighting on , forevermore , ´til fate will overcome.

A tale of lamentation , my black sword and I
my friends in my armies , cursed by orcs eyes
my conscience returns , to strike me down with wrath
fate has overcome me , oh black sword take my life.

Darkness , curse of the sword
the end is in sight
by an arm of never forgiveness
I must die.

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