Testo Raise Your Blades - Peter Barber
Testo della canzone Raise Your Blades (Peter Barber), tratta dall'album Melody of War, Act I: Origins (Official Concept Album)
We came for honor, not for gold
For the vows they broke, the lies they told
Remember home, the ones we guard
Now steel your hearts, strike them hard
Hold fast the line
And wait the call
Spears low and steady, don't let them crawl
Let none break through
Let none pass by
Now, shoulder to shoulder, form a shield wall high
Arrow-fire, just a passing storm
Stay as one, hold tight the form
The moment's near, don't miss the sound
Now, break the wall, and cut them down
Raise your blades for glory's name
Let the gods recall our flame
Steel to soul, and fire to breath
We carve our fate in fields of death
Not for thrones or golden lies
For me you fight where valor flies
We are myth in mortal frame
For our end will be our fame
Bones beneath and blood above
We kill with wrath, not words or love
The sand runs red beneath our feet
Let death be swift, and vengeance sweet
The tide is turning, do not yield
The sons of Greece now flood the field
No king commands what we ignite
Against the sun, we still burn bright
Look to the hill, shall we make it blaze?
For the god they trust, the shrine they praise
Raze the temple they think divine
Take it now
And make it mine
Raise your blades for glory's name
Let the gods recall our flame
Steel to soul, and fire to breath
We carve our fate in fields of death
Not for thrones or golden lies
For me you fight where valor flies
We are myth in mortal frame
For our end will be our fame
Watch the temple burn while the god of light looks on
For not even he can take this battle that we've won
See the wake of red below spilled there upon the shore?
The legacy we sowed is ours
My brothers, do you want more?
Then it's yours
Take it
Raise your blades for glory's name
Let the gods recall our flame
Steel to soul, and fire to breath
We carve our fate in fields of death
Not for thrones or golden lies
For me you fight where valor flies
We are myth in mortal frame
For our end will be our fame
We've won a great victory today
But the war is far from over
Rest well, men of Greece
For it's only just begun
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Writer(s): Peter Barber
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