Weight of the Blade

Marching towards The end of days Sharpening steel Swinging the mace Flying the banner Seal of the king In foreign lands Raizing cities Live for the kill Fight for the land Nothing is sacred In the barbarian hand Standing on honour Beheading the weak The wolf is hungry For the blood of sheep The wolf is hungry for the blood of sheep Brandishing iron Weapon in hand Knights of the realm Leave blood on the sand Notching the arrow Thinking of home Rip through the armour Shattering bone Marching for weeks Fight without sleep Fall and you die Ambush at night A festering wound The heat of sun A swarm of flies Breeds on your tongue One final push forth The last resort Make no mistake This day is done You're out of your depth Submit to your death A prayer leaves The lips of my enemies As the righteous blade falls There is no mercy to be found Behind the weight of my sword Submit to the might of my blade