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Ancient Bards

The Last Resort

 

The Last Resort

(album: A New Dawn Ending - 2014)


[Storyteller:]
It seems like the end is drawing near
Everyone's on the ground
And Sendor can't decide
On who he should drop the sickle first
Rahed is not ready to give up yet
He's not willing to let go
And with firm voice incite the other kings:

[Rahed:]
We need to step up and do something
I know we're weak and paralyzed
But if we don't do everything in our power
Then tomorrow will never come
We are the custodians of wisdom
Of millennial magic arts
So there must be something we can do
To prevent a dreadful end!

[Sendor:]
In your death throes...

[Storyteller:]
Dipped in the blood, the dust and the dirt
The kings crawl to the floor, exhausted and hurt
Reaching for their weapons
Summoning strength for their last resort
The only hope
To survive

The rod is summoning the force
Of the magic elements
The bow attracts the ring
And then they start floating in mid-air
And as the weapons come in contact
They create a beam of light
That suddenly goes into Daltor's sword

[Rahed:]
Oh, look at the silver sword shining!
It's a dazzling blinding glow
And what we are witnessing is
The eternal fight between light and the dark
We are the custodians of wisdom
Of millennial magic arts
I knew there'd be something we could do
To prevent a dreadful end!

[Sendor:]
In your death throes...

[Storyteller:]
Dipped in the blood, the dust and the dirt
The kings crawl to the floor, exhausted and hurt
Reaching for their weapons
Summoning strength for their last resort
The only hope
To survive

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