Lyric Soldiers Fortune
Lyrics: VinciMusic: Vinci
In vain it s come down, the sin of selfish gain
It s dropped a binding sheet of action to the brain
With untamed violence, we move for powers lair
Black magic s practice full in spirit and in prayer
I see this going down, four corners of this world
I m gonna end it all, towards glory I ll be hurled
Chorus:
I ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
And in return the only price I ask is clear
A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
I ll face terror of war being penned
And swing a mighty sword of world without end
And when the evil laughs at battle with it s might
The words I speak will drown
their courage and their flight
Chorus
I ve taken to the flight of glory
I ll turn new pages of your story
The power of my passions bright
Evil bows done to one s tremendous height
I m marching out, the leader in command
I have the men behind to corners of the land
Infesting world crime, inflicting without care
Carved in my arms the victories I wear
Chorus
I ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
And in return the only price I ask is clear
A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
I ve gained the eulogy forever more
A prize of battle and the reign endured
In vain it s come down, the sin of selfish gain
It s dropped a binding sheet of action to the brain
With untamed violence, we move for powers lair
Black magic s practice full in spirit and in prayer
I see this going down, four corners of this world
I m gonna end it all, towards glory I ll be hurled
Chorus:
I ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
And in return the only price I ask is clear
A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
I ll face terror of war being penned
And swing a mighty sword of world without end
And when the evil laughs at battle with it s might
The words I speak will drown
their courage and their flight
Chorus
I ve taken to the flight of glory
I ll turn new pages of your story
The power of my passions bright
Evil bows done to one s tremendous height
I m marching out, the leader in command
I have the men behind to corners of the land
Infesting world crime, inflicting without care
Carved in my arms the victories I wear
Chorus
I ll burn the evil and the crown it wears
A fire bright to cleanse the fear it bears
And in return the only price I ask is clear
A eulogy for all the battles I will bear
I ve gained the eulogy forever more
A prize of battle and the reign endured