field I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all
I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all the blood
Tradução: Dark Moor. El sonido de la Espada.