Sun at my back
Wind in my way
The path like the light
Like the light will decay
The hand at the end of my arm
Holds tight, knows what we fight for
Yeah the hand at the end of my arm
Holds tight, waits for the sword
Moon in the sky
Lighting the way
The path like time
Like all time will pass away
The hand at the end of my arm
Bred to fight, headed to war
The hand at the end of my arm
Readies the sword
The sword by my side
Will cut a hole in the sky
Will leave nowhere to hide
The sword by my side
Will allow me to be
The last thing my enemies will see
The hand at the end of my arm
Bred to fight, headed to war
The hand at the end of my arm
Readies the sword
The sword by my side
Will cut a hole in the sky
Will leave nowhere to hide
The sword by my side
Will allow me to be
The last thing my enemies will see
The sword by my side
It will lead me to lie
To a hole in the ground when I die
Yeah when I die
