Battlelore - Storm Of The Blades

Rely on your strength Rely on your wits Dare to fail and You are no use to me There won't be a time There won't be a place Where I never could End your days The hour of the battle The storm of the blades Choosing the legend The heroic names Out from the shadows to fierce them all To carry the signs of the warlord Blood on your axe Blood on your blade could be Key to the life You thought you won't see Same to me if you will Beg or if you'll cry Fight for yourself Or prepare die Blood on my axe Blood on my blade Gods of war will remember my name For the battle and heat For the victory feast This is the finest day As your king I demand you to fulfill this task Show us you are worthy And return with honour and pride In your heart If you should survive You can come back and Claim you reward Bring us victory and I will make sure That you will regain your freedom Once again The hour of the battle The storm of the blades Choosing the legend The heroic names Out from the shadows to fierce them all To carry the signs of the warlord