Lords Lyrics - The Sword

The lords of the passes are arming their vassals 

You'll find no shelter that way 

The conscripts they've taken have never returned 

And our hopes fade with each passing day 

The gates of the keeps are all closing 

And broken men wander the road 

The farmers have fled to the forests 

Burning their fields as they go 

The dukes of the marches have ordered their archers 

To shoot all outlanders on sight 

Turn back your horses before it's too late 

There'll be no safe crossing this night 

Hear the horns, pounding hooves 

Visions of cities aflame 

Wailing cries, dawn of doom 

Die by the sword or in chains 

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Men kneel in temples of madness 

False prophets spread discord and fear 

Darkness descends once again 

They say the lords of the last days rule here 

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