Letras: At Vance. Hold Your Fire.
He was a knight of the king
Who's end was near
He governed a country
Where the people lived in fear
He was following the calls
And tearing down these walls
In search for glory
One stormy night painfull screams
Made him wake up from his dreams
And a mysterious voice
Told him that he had no other choice
Setting out for the land of disgrace
To kill the master and stop the raids
But long before the dawn
He left his town to a place unknow
So time will make more wise
But he had no disguise to desteny
He gallopped wildly thru the woods
The crown trambling from his horse
He's got the look in his eyes
He will never give up
Cause he's ready to fight
Hold your fire
Keep the flame forever in your heart
Burning disire
Keep the flame in your heart
He rode thru night and day
On his tireless horse
thru the sun and the rain
Never deviating from his course
And he got to a strange place
Where the air was filled whit haze
And it made his flesh creep
Where the trees had no leaves
He was following the calls
And tearing down these walls
In search for glory
Two guards in front the door
Torn branches coverin the floor
Now that he was sure
He had found the goals
That he's searching for
Hold your fire...
Who's end was near
He governed a country
Where the people lived in fear
He was following the calls
And tearing down these walls
In search for glory
One stormy night painfull screams
Made him wake up from his dreams
And a mysterious voice
Told him that he had no other choice
Setting out for the land of disgrace
To kill the master and stop the raids
But long before the dawn
He left his town to a place unknow
So time will make more wise
But he had no disguise to desteny
He gallopped wildly thru the woods
The crown trambling from his horse
He's got the look in his eyes
He will never give up
Cause he's ready to fight
Hold your fire
Keep the flame forever in your heart
Burning disire
Keep the flame in your heart
He rode thru night and day
On his tireless horse
thru the sun and the rain
Never deviating from his course
And he got to a strange place
Where the air was filled whit haze
And it made his flesh creep
Where the trees had no leaves
He was following the calls
And tearing down these walls
In search for glory
Two guards in front the door
Torn branches coverin the floor
Now that he was sure
He had found the goals
That he's searching for
Hold your fire...
At Vance
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