Shadows of the Sword

The wind it howls, the sky turns gray, I’ve left my home, no time to stay. With trembling hands, I hold this steel, For what is right, for what is real. The fields I knew are far behind, I carry them within my mind. The faces of my kin, they call, And for their sake, I will not fall. But shadows dance upon my soul, The blood to spill, the bells to toll. I march alone with fear and pride, With every step, my fate is tied. I go to war, the storm ahead, With blood to shed, with tears unsaid. For my family’s hearth, for the land I stand, I’ll die with this sword in hand. The night grows dark, the wolves they cry, But I’ll fight until I die. The call to arms, the bitter flame, No glory here, no songs or fame. The earth beneath is cold and bare, No mercy in the iron stare. The weight of duty pulls me down, But in my heart, I wear the crown. For my mother’s tears, my father’s name, I’ll walk this road, though none proclaim. The battle comes with steel and fire, A twisted fate, a cursed pyre. I march with sorrow in my chest, But I will fight, and do my best. I go to war, the storm ahead, With blood to shed, with tears unsaid. For my family’s hearth, for the land I stand, I’ll die with this sword in hand. The night grows dark, the wolves they cry, But I’ll fight until I die. No crown of gold, no robes of light, Just endless shadows in the night. But if I fall, my name will stay, A whisper on the wind today. My mother’s song will guide me through, Though cold and pale, the morning dew. I go to war, the storm ahead, With blood to shed, with tears unsaid. For my family’s hearth, for the land I stand, I’ll die with this sword in hand. The night grows dark, the wolves they cry, But I’ll fight until I die. Until I die, until I die, I’ll fight until I die. For the motherland, the sky is red— The shadows of the sword are fed.