The flag that i once planted
as a king i abandoned
and now i reclaim this banner by god,
my sword, and my name
in a truce sealed by blood
within this metal skin and all that i own
blood, bone, and courage in my veins,
and the heart that pumps it
drink from the chalice and be reborn
and the land with me,
it will change and transform
a fighting man sworn to the quest
it is the doom of man that they forget
i have awoken the dragon
and all around me the mist of his breath
good and evil, there never is one
without the other, his brother
always there where i least expect it,
it will burn me to cinders
the futures taken root in the present sun
don't look into my heart, least of all your own
[solo - poland]
no man who is false can win
in combat against the truth
when he lies he murders some part of the world, we must find what was lost
hearth and home, wife and child were not for me, i was not yet done
i never knew how empty my soul was
until it was refilled
mad distemper strikes both beggars and kings
the necromancer's hard teachings of war and quest
i am given the right to bear arms
and power to meet justice
i have lived through others for far too long,
and carried my guilt, my causes, my sins
i hope in the hereafter when
i owe no more to the future
that i can be just a man