Sun at my back Wind in my way The path wake await, wake await Winter came. The hand in the end of my arm holds tight Knows what we fight for. Now the hand at the end of my arm holds tight Waits for the sword. Moon in the sky, wading away The path like time, like all time will pass away. The hand at the end of my arm, racks of lights Head it's a war The hand of the end of my arm Where is the sword? The sword by my side Will cut the hole in the sun Will be no where to hide. The sword by my side Will allow me to be The last thing my enemy will see. The hand at the end of my arm, racks of lights Head it's a war The hand of the end of my arm Where is the sword? The sword by my side Will cut the hole in the sun Will be no where to hide. The sword by my side Will allow me to be The last thing my enemy will see. The sword by my side It will meet me to lie To a hole in the.will I die Yeah when I die.