The Argent Crusader's Hymn lyrics

Howling winds, crackling flame Trembling voices curse his name 'Neath a haze of falling ashes I weep for those he's slain My betrothed, my weathered home Greater loss I've never known I have seen the face of evil It mocks the pain I have known Songs we sang, tales we told But pathos; memories of old More than hate, more than vengance Guides us as we go To possess the warrior's strength To destroy this wrathful king We have vome to heal out wounds And at last be free from this pain Songs we sang, tales we told But pathos; memories of old More than hate, more than vengance Guides us as we go