The Writ Of Sword - Crimfall

Can we truly claim that war isn’t the heart unchained

The will and the action performed in their purest form

As reach of god’s arm is always the blade of his followers

This was and ever shall be the writ of the sword

Hard is toll of life’s decay

With breaths withering we all shall pay

See hoards run thinner by the day

Wealth falls to dust on winding way

Why returns a man

To field where he fell

Barrows he fears less than a single farewell

Why kneels a man

On ruins of one throne

When blood of her sons did build it alone

First to reave, blood cleanse the grief

No dust drown the hate nor guilt shall relieve

Why then are my dreams of war

And war dreams of me

Witness, the writ of sword

In guise of man and his law

Redeem the road beneath us all

Banner clad spears in thousands wreath

Fallen seethe on hooves beneath

Horns blow the length of man’s breath

Ride the path to gates of death

The writ of the sword