Hollenthon - Fire Upon The Blade Lyrics
Fire upon the blade, sabers drawnLegions daringly soar over moorsWell-turned horns, dust of stars at their feetUnafraid brothers of empire's fightScent of smoke in the anguished surroundsThe hours that weave incantationsEscaped from the cauldron's mystical rimLost in the loom of the night of nightsThe clashing of armsBlood resting on leaf and on thornFarewell to the radiant dawnDust of stars, well-tuned hornsFire upon the bladeFire upon the blade