Oath Unbound: Psalm 2

I speak of a passion which only God can deny for what other Force may decide when Heroes should die Along rainswept passages and rut-strewn way I see my brothers stoop'd down to pray We each stumbled and groped down this unwalked path unknown to eachother but sharing in wrath but woe to those of us who would undo the will of God, for his anger would ensue Soldiers and Heroes, martyrs among us halved men we bled and we died before the whips of angellic sin our wings be clipped, our crowns lay shattered but for all our strength we were able to do what mattered Alas! In the End of Day and Night! When Heaven shies behind the edges of mortal sight! I still hear the choirs sing and chime In their hymns there exists no Time Only for a moment dare I shut my ear even'ough the Dark Enemy draws ever near I fear that the skies cannot hold still Paradise shakes for the Devil's will I only wish'd for a moment's reprieve a moment away from my Master's sleave But for a Man such as I, chained to oaths all worlds decry I can never forever hope to know what it's like to be free O' a moment passes all too soon my ear opens up, my hands re-bound, my brief stillness ruin'd the sword and the shield fastly to my hand the war is not o'er and my blood still feeds the land Retract! Retract! Bitter dreams to waylay and distract My focus returneth to the fight ahead I return to toil, to labor, until the enemy falls dead Drop to drop, my blood runneth down Almighty God drives my blade, my Dark Enemy found down He lays, emptied of life from every vein And forever after I see my Dark Enemy, my brief freedom slain