Thornmail Songtext
von Pentakill

My king, my king, how was I supposed to know
Everyone will falter when you die?
And as we speak, the army of our enemy
Is approaching our gates, we cannot fly

Behold, my son
There′s a way to save you all
Don't you despair, don′t be petrified
There is an armor
Ancient magic made it strong
And you shall wear it when you face the fight


This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace
Oh!
Well done my son, it's the way to save you all
But don't you think the realm′s been purified
Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall
Keep them in thrall, it′s time to smite and ignite

This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace

My king, my king, how was I supposed to know
Everyone will falter when you die?

This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace

Yeah
My son, smite them all