Frail

Windswept moors on misty eve as the charge rides again
Fear swelling in the breasts of those who do not know what they are fighting for
Tell me true, oh king, oh dios of the knife and shield
Shall our children's blood be spilt on this shadowy night?
Or will the light shine down upon the wintery clutches of despair
You have your lords, your ladies, your houses of malcontent
But ever shall the righteous and faithful stand above it
Terror beats in unison with the hearts of the frail of faith
But we have destiny on our side
Truth shall be ever vigilant as long as there is evil to be done