The Writ Of Sword

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.