LYRIC

Sun will rise for tomorrow's battle
And now I sit near stormy river
I hear sound of quiet flute
My life become dearer…

My soul, forget your fear!
The War – is our life.
My future drown in stream
This thoughts are like a knife

One – is more than you think,
No mercy, if you fall
My blade, save my force –
Hatred to my foe's
War-cry, I hear him in dreams
Take leave of sky.
It's not sentence, it's a call,
Your resistance is a trap.

[Chorus 1:] I brace your fetters
And my blade is own revenge
You lost control. Can you live with
Wild wish to kill!…
Wish to kill!…

[Chorus 2:] Burn to ashes own fear
(It's a) Link of infinite chain.

[Repeat chorus 1]

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