The Writ Of Sword 歌词

Can we truly claim that war isn't the heart unchained The will and the action performed in their purest form As reach of god's arm is always the blade of his followers This was and ever shall be the writ of the sword Hard is toll of life's decay, With breaths withering we all shall pay, See hoards run thinner by the day Wealth falls to dust on winding way Why returns a man, To field where he fell Barrows he fears less than a single farewell Why kneels a man, On ruins of one throne, When blood of her sons did build it alone First to reave, blood cleanse the grief No dust drown the hate nor guilt shall relieve Why then are my dreams of war And war dreams of me Witness, the writ of sword In guise of man and his law Redeem the road beneath us all Banner clad spears in thousands wreath Fallen seethe on hooves beneath Horns blow the length of man's breath Ride the path to gates of death The writ of the sword