The Man Without End

Fight on the battleground Both legions fight without truce Nobody represents an advantage For now the balance doesn't hang The swords are high And the instinct prevails Life has too much value Too much! Advance rider, black rider He avenges the pain that you have suffered Executing those who're still causing it Bashful look, centuries-old That many eras has seen He who nothing ever feared Except his own past Everything is firm Nothing is standing Where a man triumphs All he doesn't know is... death The man without end