The supreme sword

Sun was high and lands was bright
Silence came back, when horde was passed
The armour was shining, now, everything was out
The battle was over, only blood, only dust on the field..
I will fight again for my faith
Finally i will have the supreme sword!

He felt life running through his body
He took his army to death
And his heart screamed why am i the only alive
Destroyed in his soul was captured from the black demons.

Clouds of dust twisted around
A red warm wind bringing pieces of broken screams
Sound of the battle
Winds made of many black fires
A wind nomadic and hunter wind
A care taker wind
Witness of this other, bloodsheds.

I will fight again for my faith
Finally i will have the supreme sword!