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Tears idle tears, they don't know what they mean

Fear idle fear, there's no way they will meet it

From the wreck of the past, they they at least may recall

The war of the many with one

The darkness is fallin' on the wings of the night

The swords are gleamin' though rain and the might

Though joy and torment, through glory and pain

Death's couries call them to the fields again

Angel of might

Ridin' in the eyes of the storm

Angel of might

Goin' away into your dreams

Prophets idle prophets

They won't listen to the prayers

Death in the life,

You may call them the prayers

When the winds are at way

With the oceans and stars

Their battle cry you will fill

The darkness is fallin' on the wings of the night

The swords are gleamin' though rain and the might

Though joy and torment, through glory and pain

Death's couries call them to the fields again

Angel of might

Ridin' in the eyes of the storm

Angel of might

Goin' away into your dreams

Tears idle tears, they don't know what they mean

Fear idle fear, there's no way they will meet it

From the wreck of the past, they they at least may recall

The war of the many with one

The darkness is fallin' on the wings of the night

The swords are gleamin' though rain and the might

Though joy and torment, through glory and pain

Death's couries call them to the fields again

Angel of might

Ridin' in the eyes of the storm

Angel of might

Goin' away into your dreams