It was not my will,
to be a solider in blood.
But an honor,
to be his humble messenger.
In the dust,
I was on my horse alone,
facing the invaders to my home.
Hear my warning,
I am here,
to drive you away with his will.
Peace is what I am asking for,
there’s been enough death in vain.
But if it’s the killing you are seeking,
it won’t be our blood,
and you will be buried in this land.
Maybe there was blood on my hands,
Maybe there was a moment of pleasure in the battles.
But it was never my intention,
It was my fate, and my cause.
Call me a witch or evil,
the god may forgive your blessings to me,
but I never will.
Set me free,
set me free.
from the fire and sins,
hear my confession,
I only want my soul to be free.
The king of heaven,
hear my last prayer,
I only want my soul to be free.
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