The pounding in your ears, is it war drums or your heart?
Are you ready to stand and face the light or cower in the dark?
Before the battle begins, the Master has knowledge to impart.
He stand firm and tall, saying not a word but leaving his mark
Upon the minds of those who follow him, their eyes raised.
In one last moment of silence, he tilts his lips if a faint smile,
And the soldiers cross their swords, Master be praised,
The battle begins with no plan, men dying all the while,
And Master fights with us, we the soldiers who follow,
Like the chains of our loyalty are held calmly in on hand.
But even if we win this eve, victory will be hollow,
For the blood of our fellows pools and stains the land.
We do not cry, for we are not allowed to, our pride is strong.
But when we, the soldiers, look up to see the eagle, so free,
We can't help but begin to murmur the Dying Song,
In hopes that Master shall shed the burden that none but I can see.
Are you ready to stand and face the light or cower in the dark?
Before the battle begins, the Master has knowledge to impart.
He stand firm and tall, saying not a word but leaving his mark
Upon the minds of those who follow him, their eyes raised.
In one last moment of silence, he tilts his lips if a faint smile,
And the soldiers cross their swords, Master be praised,
The battle begins with no plan, men dying all the while,
And Master fights with us, we the soldiers who follow,
Like the chains of our loyalty are held calmly in on hand.
But even if we win this eve, victory will be hollow,
For the blood of our fellows pools and stains the land.
We do not cry, for we are not allowed to, our pride is strong.
But when we, the soldiers, look up to see the eagle, so free,
We can't help but begin to murmur the Dying Song,
In hopes that Master shall shed the burden that none but I can see.
