I wonder do you hear the same, the whisper of the dead.
The scream of fear and agony, keep haunting in my brain.
I’ve been told by raising my hands, then I’d be in his aim.
Give me a shot I ain’t afraid.
Stop calling out my name.
I am already on the edge.
Drink my blood and eat my flesh.
Kill the blames.
Lift your head to the sky.
The dawn will follow the end of the night.
Draw your sword, raise your shield, arouse the spirit of the knight.
Face the evil inside, would rather die than bend my mind.
No return, no regret, hone your blade.
And then I run, then I chase, and I fight with them.
Falling down, breaking hard, I can hear the sound.
The illusion of the dead, are not the ghosts you say.
I’ll close my eyes, hold my breathe
And then I run, then I chase, and I fight with them.
Falling down, breaking hard, I can hear the sound.
The illusion of the dead, are not the ghosts you say.
I’ll close my eyes, hold my breathe
Stop calling out my name.
I am already on the edge.
Drink my blood and eat my flesh.
Kill the blames.
Lift your head to the sky.
The dawn will follow the end of the night.
Draw your sword, raise your shield, arouse the spirit of the knight.
Face the evil inside, would rather die than bend my mind.
No return, no regret, hone your blade.