The Classic Struggle Storm Of Swords Lyrics

Evil now burns in me. Burns in me. A shameless filth pollutes my mind. The cold barrel a glimpse of death. The taste of steel to coat the throat. Why choke on a hopeless though envision black it's barely out of reach. But it's not death that plagues me. No time! No other world where all is well. Don't take the short road out of this place. Don't take the short roa.d Find the place inside where the soldier lies and the fear goes to die. Find the place inside where the soldier sleeps and the fear goes to die. The storm rages now. The sound of swords floods the night. Cutting down all in sight. Let the blood pour out and rot on the ground. Now your plan is all laid out. Choose wisely don't look back. Never let the fire burn down. Keep your goals in sight. Battle till your death! Giving into this world is not for us we will die by the sword.