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The Soldier's Blade

 

The Soldier's Blade

(альбом: The Black Labyrinth / A Requiem For The Goblin King - 2019)


In a humble cave of Tireg'Non
A mother gave her son a blade
She melted down the family crest
And from its best
The knife was made

She bid him go to Vaseg'Blad. For her honor to avenge
A general there had done her foul
He'd strike him down, she'd have revenge

Honor and blood, family and clan
Dignity and pride. Without these an elf would die
For glory we strive, in battle we thrive
Through the blood and the lives of our enemies, we ever stride

Lo the bloodline of the cavern elf hails from the father's side
Though you should look inside yourself, you'll find your mother's eyes

For months, the lad, he soldiered on
To Vaseg'Blad from Tireg'Non
He swore that he would do his part
He kept the blade close to his heart
Over the ridge of Hindro'Venth
He spied the general and his men
And to draw the general out
He blew the Horn of Dragon's Shout
But when the general came to spy
T'was no dragon linked to ride
Only a boy who thrust his knife
Into his chest and took his life

Honor and blood, family and clan
Dignity and pride. Without these an elf would die
For glory we strive, in battle we thrive
Through the blood and the lives of our enemies, we ever stride

He looked in the general's eyes
And he cried, "They're just like mine
And though you've sinned against my kind
I see that your blood is just like mine
My life is worth the same as thine
And as I watch you scream and writhe
I feel a piece of me will die
I feel a piece of has died"

When he returned to Tireg'Non, his mother bid him keep the blade
"Son, you are a soldier now, and with this kill your fate is made
The man's blood who's stained your knife
He's the very one who gave you life
And now that you have killed this man
You are the leader of our clan"
Huzzah!

Lo the bloodline of the cavern elf hails from the father's side
Though you should look inside yourself, you'll find your mother's eyes

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