كلمات Song Of The Black Sword

Against the horizon stands The dark commander's shape Detachedly he beholds The army swarming on the low plateau The shrieking note of his sword Vibrates through dimensions and time Impending the implacable fate The blade rises, the end begins. At his final sign - war shall be Command of death Watch the blade rise - to the sky The sword of doom! Unbeknownst to them, Soldiers are ordered to die The wind reaps lives on the field As the dark blade defies the sun The world to and end The blade slowly gets lowered When you're fate's eyes and voice, The bearing the sword in not a choice. At his final sign - war has been Command of death The blade now forced into the ground The sword of doom!