The Weapon by Typan Lyrics

All senses reeling
Outside of your command
Your fate is sealed
To make a final stand

All others slain
No brothers at your side
It falls to you alone
To conquer the divide

You cannot run
There's no way out
Surrounded by dark clouds of doubt

Nothing inside but dread and fear
The sun rises high
And you will hear

The horns ring out
The hordes advance
Driving towards
A fatal dance
How will you save this desperate land?
How will you fight without a sword
In your hand?
The battle cry
Rides out into the field
In the face of certain death
You will never yield

Clenching your fists
You charge to meet the fray
You will live
To fight another day

You cannot run
There's no way out
Surrounded by dark clouds of doubt

Nothing inside but dread and fear
The sun rises high
And you will hear

The shots ring out
Soldiers advance
Driving towards
A fatal dance
How will you save this desperate land?
How will you fight without a gun
In your hand?
Holding on standing strong
Battle rages on!

You cannot run
There's no way out
Surrounded by dark clouds of doubt

Nothing inside but dread and fear
The sun rises high
And you will hear

The horns ring out
The hordes advance
Driving towards
A fatal dance
How will you save this desperate land?
How will you fight without a sword
In your hand?

How will you fight without a gun
In your hand?