The Sound Of Blade - Dark Moor

Lowering clouds in the sky aglow  
Darken my shield of victory 
Is my fate doomed to hell on earth?
 
A shift in the wind guides me to home  
I am staring in the mirror now  
Who is that under my bloody mail?
 
I bury my lance and I kneel on this field  
I rend the air with my old sword  
I commend my soul to God
 
I'm fatally hurt but not by a knight  
When I hear the sound of the blade  
I recall all the blood shed in vain
 
I bury my lance and I knell on this field  
I rend the air with my old sword  
I commend my soul...
 
Wherever I turn my eyes I only see the lives 
I shattered and they'll never find the path of the sun  
Wherever I turn my head I only see the dead 
I left behind, they'll never find the path of the sun