The Sword By My Side

Sun at my back
Wind in my way
The path wake await, wake await
winter came.
The hand in the end of my arm holds tight
knows what we fight for.
Now the hand at the end of my arm holds tight
waits for the sword.
Moon in the sky, wading away
The path like time, like all time will pass away.
The hand at the end of my arm, racks of lights
head it’s a war
The hand of the end of my arm
Where is the sword?
The sword by my side
Will be no where to hide.
The sword by my side
Will allow me to be
the last thing my enemy will see.
The hand at the end of my arm, racks of lights
head it’s a war
The hand of the end of my arm
Where is the sword?
The sword by my side
Will cut the hole in the sun
Will be no where to hide.
The sword by my side
Will allow me to be
the last thing my enemy will see.
The sword by my side
It will meet me to lie
To a hole in the. will I die
Yeah when I die.