THE WARRIOR’S WORD

Life is but dust on the hooves of a steed Who are you now? Ask the fire indeed World is a market where conscience is sold But truth stays in silence, deep down in the cold Hold to the wheel, hold the reins in your hand Through lies and the floods that are drowning the land In mountains so high, where the prophets all sleep You're not alone, and the promise you'll keep The beast in your heart is the enemy's face It waits for your step to slow down in the race Break all these chains, rise above every spite And let your own faith be a flame in the night No city shadow No slave to the rush In mirrors of heaven The features will brush Listen to mountains Listen to heart There is the answer