IRC-Galleria

Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
a man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead

Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His name's been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail

By the sign of the moon,
he swore the oath to fight alone

Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For
Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to
fall

He still can recall his father's words
"Don't loose your faith, let your voice be heard"
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun

By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone

refrain:
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For
Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to
fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For
Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all

The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night

Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
the warrior spoke, "I am the one"