The Sound of the Blade - Dark Moor/Enrique García Pereña/Elisa Candelas Martín

Lowering clouds

In the sky a glow

Darken my shield of victory

Is my fate doomed to hell on earth

A shift in the wind

Guide me 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