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I'm coming on the wind

To tell the story on two men

In the hands of a foreign king

They have been forced to sing

For a foreign God...

Listen to the wind, it tells the story

Of these men who fought,

Chosen by the fate to bring

The signs of their king high

Searching for new places to fight

In the name of glory,

They've been waiting for a long time

To wield their swords of doom

The gods have chosen them

To show the greatness of their faith

Tied, tortured and beaten

Chosen to be proved or killed

But even in those days,

They're not afraid to die because of

Sacred Metal our made our swords