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