| The Craft Of Heroism |
| | Deep in the forest, the solid woods do tremble
The earth shakes by the sound of his chant
A vision of grandeur, a sight of strength and justice
Haunting the dead, warning the living
Pain is an illusion of the senses
Despair is an illusion of the weak mind
Now you're a warrior, raise the flag - united !
Never turn your back for cowardice equals crime
Now life is a prison, a cage that weighs upon him
There lies his duty, a work without redemption
"Now set them free, your sword's the key you're holding
Then you yourself shall once be released?"
Every single man is
a spark in the darkness
By Time he is noticed
and then gone forever
Enough of this talking
As I storm towards you
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