Paroles de A Somber Warcry

The sword holds memories The clash of armored men Lands which bred bravery Strange ways to entice them Arsenal of glory Unconquered soldiery The sword holds memories The clash of armored men Lands which bred bravery Strange ways to entice them Arsenal of glory Unconquered soldiery Profane century Medieval victory An honor that has been gone I feel the scorn rush through me The countless fallen heroes Whom befouled their dignity Profane century Medieval century Amongst the ruins of hoary castles Powerful wreaths of incense rise The wretched knights cull the emblems To ride along their graceful mounts Throughout the chamber the aura of hate Habitually dispersed upon hammering steel Their cascading blood ensured the kinship Enthralled amid the somber warcry