Symbel - On The Winds of Battle | Текст песни

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• On The Winds of Battle

On the winds of battle fresh in the sky, loosened and free
drawn by your dark destiny

in the halls you swore that you'd earn your names fame
but the chances are slim
of fighting a man you can see

We will meet your eyes
ours to hypnotise
this begins the end
the end of mine and your songs

On the winds of battle fresh in the skies
the moment is free
our master is your destiny

Flames and blazing fire
all around devoured
this begins the end
the end of mine and your songs

( I will serve no master when unstrung )

Face the iron-tipped shower
raining on our shield wall

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