Mistweaver - Wanders Of The Battlefield lyrics

We stand alone in the battlefield

Our banners wave proud at the chilling wind

With fear we fight there're tears in our eyes

Awaiting a faith that scares- we cry

The flames from the hills and the smoke in the air

Are shaking our hearts we're waiting for death

No hope remains, our lives are condemned

Doomed to perish forgotten 'till death

There's nothing to fight for, there's nothing to do

The voices of pain will silence our brains

Echoes through the valleys, echoes through the nights

A lost call for help of a horn that fell

A song will be written, a song will be sung

Telling the story, forgetting the names

The memories of those ones whose facts will survive

Eternally deep in the hearts with thee