First Lance of Spain

First Lance of Spain - Dark Moor

On this letter

A great flood of tears will fall

But it's better

A last farewell to recall

It's been the sentence:

I'll be tomorrow shot down

Feel no repentance

Because more courageous I've grown

I'm out of breath

There's no more time

It's coming death

To pull the crime

Unconcerned death my dear wife

Doesn't take out but gives more life

Don't come to me or I shall break down

I must gain honour and renown

Forever no matter the pain

I'll be the first lance of spain

Till I die

My last sign

Is yours

Just your vision

Would take my will power away

My decision:

Together we mustn't stay

My last endeavour:

Showing a still countenance

Leads me forever

To be the spanish first lance

I'm out of breath

There's no more time

It's coming death

To pull the crime

Unconcerned death my dear wife

Doesn't take out but gives more life

Don't come to me or I shall break down

I must gain honour and renown

Forever no matter the pain

I'll be the first lance of spain

Yours till death

My last breath

Unconcerned death my dear wife

Doesn't take out but gives more life

Don't come to me or I shall break down

I must gain honour and renown

Forever no matter the pain

I'll be the First Lance of Spain

Till I die

My last sign

Is yours