Nyteshayde - The Final Battle Lyrics

Fighting bandits that threaten the weak, who run when they come up against the strong
Fighting tribes who propel their twisted lives, and their lies come undone
When we deny their fame

Trudging through the cold and the rain, your clothes freeze to ice and your skin burns
Chasing pickpockets and realising they're desperate children

Gasping as I see high city towers and glorious glaciers
All amazing technology from primitive tribes to the present

Fighting troops that threaten the weak who run when they come up against the strong
Fighting hordes who propel their twisted lives and their lies come undone

Every day I thank the sky that I am alive
Meeting strangers warily, will they will be friend or foe

Dust and mud cover my boots. Tear in my pants from a knife fight
Wounds heal slowly, the spirit is drained of hope and milk of human kindness.

Fighting cities that threaten the weak who run when they come up against the strong
Fighting throngs who propel their twisted lives, and their lies come undone

Fighting battalions that threaten the weak who run when they come up against the strong
Fighting legions who propel their twisted lives, and their lies come undone