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 to home

I stare 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