Lirieke:
Dark Moor The Sound Of The Blade

I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all the blood

Vertaling: Donker Moor. Die klank van die Blade.

field I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all