Lyrics

They sing of war, they sing of fire,
Of swords that clash and fates grown dire.
They chant his name, they raise their cheer,
But none shall know the weight he bears.

He walks where no man dares to tread,
Through fields where many warriors bled.
The fires burn, the echoes call,
Yet still, he stands, yet still, he falls.

Ohhh, the warrior walks, he walks alone,
Through shattered steel and broken stone.
No chains, no gods, no path to guide,
Only battle at his side.

The blood he spilled, the fights he won,
The countless days without the sun.
Yet in the night, when war is still,
The wind is left to call his will.

No hearth, no home, no voice remains,
Just war’s embrace and battle’s chains.
And when he stands, alone and tall,
Does no one wait for him at all?

Ohhh, the warrior walks, he walks alone,
Through shattered steel and broken stone.
No chains, no gods, no path to guide,
Only battle at his side.

The strong shall rise, the weak shall break,
The victors claim the war they make.
Yet what remains when all is done,
When war is lost, when there is none?

A legend, sung in fire’s light,
Yet never rests, yet never finds
A voice to call, a hand to take,
Only the fire in his wake.

Ohhh, the warrior walks, he walks alone,
Through shattered steel and broken stone.
No chains, no gods, no path to guide,
Only battle at his side.