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The Enemy Called Death


Lyrics: Kyppyn Kirkcaldy            




Hear the sounds of battle, they take us far from home.
We shed our blood for honor, our fathers name be known
To kill for King and country, our shield will save the weak
Defenders of the church and state our prayers do we speak
So, come and join the battle , you know whats at stake
Let our rivals face the truth, to fight is their mistake

And He comes for my kinfolk and He comes for my horse
He comes to take my sword away and Ill greet Him with force
For my soul still shines brightly and Ill wait with baited breathe
For the last foe, a soldier has, is the enemy called Death

The King has come for my father he asks of sword and spear
My heart shall beat the answer, I swallow away my fear
I stand by my father, his Knightly show of grace
He stands loyally by the King, no fear upon his face
The clash of swords and agony, surround us this very night
I watch the greatest warriors give their everything to fight

And He comes for my kinfolk and He comes for my horse
He comes to take my sword away and Ill greet Him with force
For my soul still shines brightly and Ill wait with baited breathe
For the last foe, a soldier has, is the enemy called Death

Oh my father has seen his last sunrise, he calls me to his side.
He passes the oath of duty unto a son of pride.
Find your King and place your sword on the ground to his right,
and ask to stand in my place as a noble Knight.
I join you my kinsman!, he cried into the night,
for I leave the earth this winter day and join our Fathers light.

And He comes for my kinfolk and He comes for my horse
He comes to take my sword away and Ill greet Him with force
For my soul still shines brightly and Ill wait with baited breathe
For the last foe, a soldier has, is the enemy called Death

I pick up my fathers sword, wipe the blade so clean
I stand behind my King, in his shadow I will gleam
I pledge my sword and shield, to my King at his side.
I will honor my father and help to turn the tide.
For who can say what day that Death will visit instead.
Ill make my life worth something and fight until Im dead.

And He comes for my kinfolk and He comes for my horse
He comes to take my sword away and Ill greet Him with force
For my soul still shines brightly and Ill wait with baited breathe
For the last foe, a soldier has, is the enemy called Death

Lyrics © Kipp Martines

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