The Sword

[ti:the sword] [ar:bathory ] [by:音乐每一天] [offset:500] [0:0]欢迎访问 我爱音乐 [00:56.00]This sword of steel that I hold in my hand [01:02.00]Ore of this mountain. A sword of this land. [01:07.00]Made for a king when the elders were young. [01:13.00]To guard us and to guide us in an age since long gone. [01:24.00]A sword to protect the peace in troubled times. [01:26.00]A sword made to battle and to take a life. [01:29.00]This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. [01:32.00]Here among the mountains and snow. [01:35.00]This sword will be one with me. Body and soul. [01:40.00]All of me will be delivering each blow. [01:46.00]Slung on my back. Oh it's powers I feel. [01:51.00]I can hardly wait to try it's steel. [02:02.00]A sword to protect the peace in troubled times. [02:05.00]A sword made to battle and to take a life. [02:08.00]This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. [02:11.00]Here among the mountains and snow. [02:13.00]Behold it's sharp beauty. Just look at it's shine. [02:16.00]This sword was forged in fire and ice. [02:19.00]This sword is the backbone of the life that I know. [02:21.00]Here among the mountains and snow. [02:25.00]Now I am ready [02:31.00]To let this old sword sing again. [02:46.00]Atop a snowcovered hill... [02:50.00]Just before sunset... [02:55.00]Waiting atop a snowcovered hill, the two standing silent, facing the [03:00.00]sunset in the west. The one eyed old man mumbling strange words into the [03:05.00]cold air. The haze spreading fast across the purple and blue vault. The [03:10.00]winds taking up speed, bending the trees down the valley, throwing the snow [03:15.00]crystals up and against the mountainside into gigantic sparkling clouds [03:20.00]high in the sky. The voice of the one eyed old man becoming stronger. The [03:25.00]words now spoken with increased intensity as if he was calling someone or [03:30.00]something. And so a hazy white figure appears on the horizon, blazing [03:35.00]across the sky with the speed of the winds... a part of the wind. A horse [03:40.00]as white as snow, galopping across the mist, its eight hooves blistering [03:45.00]like bolts of lightning. The one eyed old man crying out loud in the blaze [03:50.00]to him, to take its reins and not to let go. [03:55.00]And thus he had been given The Stallion...