accolade ii

on a cold and misty night, a ring of torches light the hallowed ground, where his father's laid to rest, in the reflection of the sword, he sees his destiny and he swears up to the sky -, "you will not have died in vain", on the field - with sword and shield, amidst the din of dying man's wails, war is waged - and the battle will rage, until only the righteous prevail, from the shadows comes a man, returning to his land - winds of change, taint the sweet smell of home, and all around him, he can see, the pain and misery, this tyrant's reign is through, "i will stand and fight. will you?", a heart of gold pumps within his metal skin, a noble line he carries on, on the field - with sword and shield, amidst the din of dying man's wails, war is waged - and the battle will rage, until only the righteous prevail, i wish to stay.to be here with you, you were my strength.how can i go on?, on the field - with sword and shield, amidst the din of dying man's wails, war is waged - and the battle will rage, until only the righteous prevail