Hundred Courts Songtext / Lyric

Hundred Courts Songtext
Her majesty will not bow
To this questing king
And as we march
his dirge we sing
This enemy indeed has plans
To conquer all
at dawn we meet
to stand for our home land This catalyst summons me over the hill
We march with merit and asperity

After I have stuck you down
You will fall into the gallows
In my clenched fist I hold
The path to everlasting grace
There are no sins in battle
Only what must be done
The end draws near
The victor walks

We stand here in the fire
Repent repent my sinners
in a Clashing sea of iron
Repent, repent
A conflict ages long
At the center of a hundred courts

Cleanse the blood from my hands
Till i must do it again
the battle turns in our favor
another falls off the saber
bodies cover the earthen floor
yet there is still work to be done
At a hundred courts