Broken Sword کے بول

A veil of mist, a foreign coast The calm before their battle cry Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold Through mist, the first arrow, it flies Battle, hold firm the line in battle Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side We may stand victorious or fall This fine day, a fine day to die We shall fight and may die by the sword Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword My brother, our father taught you well But from behind the unseen blow Mortally wounded, down you tell Battle, hold firm the line in battle Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side Silent by my side you did fall This was a fine day a fine day to die Brother, I'll keep your broken sword