For power you fought in many battles
Took the life of innocents and enemies alike
Loud cry of swinging swords were your hymn
Blood thirst was your strength, gave pleasure to kill
Sitting alone near a mournful shore, vainly trying to evade
The hurtful trace of haunting memories that feed from a drifting life
Consumed by disgrace
Destroyer, the ghost of those you slain
Will come from the dead to make you pay
Violator, broken souls filled with hate will descend
arrows from heaven aiming at your head
Old warrior, did you fight for the right cause?
Years have passed but the thirst did no die
Voices are wating demons no longer hide
Constantly shifting between sadness and terror
Those visions that one time gave you hope
Now crawl deep into the whispering night
Crudely showing what you once had and now you’ve lost
Forgotten warrior, yield your broken sword
Behold the gates to your freedom
And sail away, sail away… the currents know where you must go |
