Third Age of the Sun

Rely on your strength Rely on your wits Dare to fail and You are no use to me There won't be a time There won't be a place Where I never could End your days The hour of the battle The storm of the blades Choosing the legends The heroic names Out from

Weakest of moments are these The choking hold of insanity Loses it's grip and cuts me so deep With the knife of clear memories Of that innocent past which didn't last Oh, no! No! The precious of mine For you I would die My love, my life, my everythin