Paroles de Last Battle

The old warlike wise man Sharpen his blade, with deep devotion Who has seen time, after time All what no man, would have seen before. Slowly his hand, hold up the hilt in a easy game His mind fights, against that will be passed lent moon... His tired limbs look for rest Time passes and the strenghts Become lost, without following The impetus of a brave old heart. The gods will assist once more Their belief which ore leather In every old warriors heart He is ready to deserve, his rest! Who will brandish the glorious sword The last battle will never exist Who will brandish the glorious sword The last warrior will never see it! Once more to win... the last battle The last time, the last time The last time, the last time The last time, last way The last time, last way - to survive the death!