Faith

Faith

There’s a lonely spot under endless vault

Lost in the power of its ancient dreams

Charmed by its mighty lights,

He is ready for the final assault

In the same time magic and weakness,

Unforgiven moment that

Stands before him, but in his eyes

There’s some terrible sickness.

Gathering storm is nearly here,

All is crushing under its attacks

but strength and madness

Are shining without any fear…

Silhouette stands even when all others are gone,

Tears of a mortal and inspiration of the artist

Show the purpose of the mortality.

In the dust of time history is changing,

devastating spells are making new relief

And the wind is carring the ruins of the life…

Prayer rings in the air,

While the ancient warriors are summoning,

Last time he hears the names of the old gods.

Road that stands before him-road without return,

The smell of flame and the touch of eternity,

Alone in the pure cold of damn night,

Only weapon- power of the wishes…

Today he stands without any burden

without expectations, without chances.

Storm is coming and the faith of the warrior

Will stand before it.