《The Sword & The Chalice》歌词

[00:00:56] This sword of steel that I hold in my hand

[00:01:02] Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land.

[00:01:07] Made for a king when the elders were young.

[00:01:13] To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone.

[00:01:24] A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.

[00:01:26] A sword made to battle and to take a life.

[00:01:29] This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.

[00:01:32] Here among the mountains and snow.

[00:01:35] This sword will be one with me. Body and soul.

[00:01:40] All of me will be delivering each blow.

[00:01:46] Slung on my back. Oh it's powers I feel.

[00:01:51] I can hardly wait to try it's steel.

[00:02:02] A sword to protect the peace in troubled times.

[00:02:05] A sword made to battle and to take a life.

[00:02:08] This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.

[00:02:11] Here among the mountains and snow.

[00:02:13] Behold it's sharp beauty. Just look at it's shine.

[00:02:16] This sword was forged in fire and ice.

[00:02:19] This sword is the backbone of the life that I know.

[00:02:21] Here among the mountains and snow.

[00:02:25] Now I am ready

[00:02:31] To let this old sword sing again.

[00:02:46] Atop a snowcovered hill...

[00:02:50] Just before sunset...

[00:02:55] "Waiting atop a snowcovered hill, the two standing silent, facing the

[00:03:00] sunset in the west. The one eyed old man mumbling strange words into the

[00:03:05] cold air. The haze spreading fast across the purple and blue vault. The

[00:03:10] winds taking up speed, bending the trees down the valley, throwing the snow

[00:03:15] crystals up and against the mountainside into gigantic sparkling clouds

[00:03:20] high in the sky. The voice of the one eyed old man becoming stronger. The

[00:03:25] words now spoken with increased intensity as if he was calling someone or

[00:03:30] something. And so a hazy white figure appears on the horizon, blazing

[00:03:35] across the sky with the speed of the winds... a part of the wind. A horse

[00:03:40] as white as snow, galopping across the mist, its eight hooves blistering

[00:03:45] like bolts of lightning. The one eyed old man crying out loud in the blaze

[00:03:50] to him, to take its reins and not to let go.

[00:03:55] And thus he had been given The Stallion..."

[00:03:55] And thus he had been given The Stallion..."