The Strike of the Sword

Journey far to foreign lands, across the plains and ancient sands
Unified and one again, when I return they’ll understand that…
Our story’s in the past and now the future is unknown
Will the once forgotten king arise to claim his rightful throne?
Will seven empires surely fall unless they heed the prophet’s words?
Because the one who makes the call must be the one to deal the strike of the
sword…
Impending doom, I lead the way, and send my wicked bird of prey
The messenger, my one betrothed, to spread the word…
Where night is day, somewhere in time, under the moon I set our sights
Onto the place where I belong, and storm the gates of Babylon, because…
As leaves of winter fall I journey further
To find myself and free my spirits burden
This conflicts aftermath remains uncertain, I sense a seasons change…
Then like a dream the raven stands appointed
Bearing the word — another king anointed
They took my territory and destroyed it, with time they’ll surely pay…
I was protector of the realm, without my rule thy kingdom fell
A victory eclipsed by pride, return to Babylon denied
I walk the path none dare to go, while battles rage on down below
Into the void your power burns, until the day I shall return