Album: Tales of the Brave
In the dark middle ages those brave men
They rode to the bloody fight
Metal was their only friend, sword in hand
They prepared to die
Smoke flows on the fields, as they graped their shields
Waiting for that bird to be a guide
As it's eyes still burn, no one returns
From the mighty battle of time
Straight through their destiny
The bird still flies and leads
Don't be afraid to die my friend
No mortal lives in the skies
One thousand horses run on the hill of Norfolk
As the swords still flash in air, brave ones fall to their graves
Only one will lead the way, victory of mighty ones
Tale of braves and immortals, the night of Black Swan
No salvation, no molten cries in the fury of the night
Hammer of steel still rules the fire, dark red wine of the Gods
Into the glory of the roar
DRAGONS (dragons, dragons, dragons)
Blessed their blades with fire
Class of honour still calls power
As they taste the bitter of my blood
Tales of the brave The Night of Black Swan