Swordwraith کے بول

My voice is singing from the grave Upon the winds in autumn rain Can you remember me, do you recall How did I fight, how did I fall? I am no more, my flesh is dust My armor is adorned with rust As pale remembrance of days old The bony hands still grasp the sword The mortal glory, songs of praise Has laid me to my silent rest The wreath upon my chest will wither And farewell candles be extinguished I was your father, son and brother A noble man and nameless stranger My blood now feeds the earth below My spirit howls in Northern storms In darkness, fear is creeping from my tomb The writhes with swords there lurk in gloom And songs of mourning wont cease soon