歌词
No pity shall I take, a warrior’s battle won,
A kindred soul shared fire, though desire we had none.
I question my own heart, unsure what I seek,
A fight for recognition, for freedom it is bleak.
I tire of these days, each one a constant blur,
Each foe a mirrored image, with purpose they confer.
But mine feels hollow, an emptiness so deep,
In battles fought and won, it’s solace that I keep.
This dragon's heart feels bleak, though honor I still seek,
My strength now feels hollow, my spirit growing weak.
How many families have I torn, each warrior a son or daughter,
Each victory brings sorrow, yet for my king, I keep the slaughter.
Each dragon slain, a mirror of my own,
Each clash of steel a reminder, I'm not alone.
But this path I tread is shallow, with each step a heavier load,
For in the quest for honor, I've lost the road.
In the silence of the night, when stars whisper ancient lore,
I hear the voices of the fallen, the ones who are no more.
Their echoes haunt my dreams, their faces fill my mind,
A tapestry of sorrow, in their gaze, no peace I find.
The burden of my duty, a chain to my soul,
With every life I take, I'm further from whole.
My scales marked with blood, both enemy and kin,
A testament to battle, ledger of my sin.
A testament to battle is the ledger of my sin
This dragon's heart feels bleak, though honor I still seek,
My strength now feels hollow, my spirit growing weak.
How many families have I torn, each warrior a son or daughter,
Each victory brings sorrow, yet for my king, I keep the slaughter.
Each dragon slain, a mirror of my own,
Each clash of steel a reminder, I'm not alone.
But this path I tread is shadowed, with each step a heavier load,
For in the quest for honor, I've lost the road.
I wonder if redemption lies beyond the next sunrise,
Or if my path is destined to be shrouded in disguise.
For every dragon fallen, a part of me does die,
A warrior with a weary heart, beneath the endless sky.
So onward I will march, with honor as my guide,
Through battles fierce and dark, where dragons often hide.
But in my heart, a question, a whisper soft and low,
In the quest for glory, is it peace I’ll ever know?
I wonder if redemption lies beyond the next sunrise,
Or if my path is destined to be shrouded in disguise.
For every dragon fallen, a part of me does die,
A warrior with a weary heart, beneath the endless sky.
So onward I will march, with honor as my guide,
Through battles fierce and dark, where dragons often hide.
But in my heart, a question, a whisper soft and low,
In the quest for glory, is it peace I’ll ever know?
