Standing on the commanding tower
With edges of the world beneath my feet
My tongue fills with flame of battle calls
The bell tolls for whom stand tall

The witch's halo over the vagabond
Like a tadpole trapped in fishless pond
With each attempt she devours his soul
With each plot she’ll repay tenfold
The field bugle blown so loud
Guiding warriors to make deafening howls
Though the sun might be eclipsed at times
The glaring spirit shall never be confined
All in good time as time never ceases
All in good faith as God never sleeps
The just shall reign again on this very earth
Upon that day shall the evil be cursed


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