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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 On a silent vision, the wings of mercy waving in the wind Locked in sharp precision, an aerial mission dying on the flame Hear a voice cry on the breezes of eternity Rushing to the rescue of a maiden fair See the sword slice the air On a blackened background, A spot of silver floating through the sun Intensify the training, through the raining of a liquid fire Hear the static on the frequency of eternity Receive a cry for rendering of aid Has the price for freedom been paid? Has the promise finally been fulfilled? After centuries, has the curse at last been stilled? The documents were signed and sealed With holy judgement as the witness Hear the bells, they're being pealed But will the enemy yield? I don't care! I am no hero It's not fair to force this on me I didn't sign the covenant Why won't you let me be? I heard the call in the wind, but I did not obey I thought that I was in a dream Was it the call of a damsel in distress Or of a nation, shouting through the steam? If I thought I could, I'd drop it all and run away But, alas, I've got the mark on me There's a cry from the soul that just won't rest And the covenant of old, it's calling me I don't care! I am no hero It's not fair to force this on me I didn't sign the covenant Why won't you let me be? -- Because Centuries ago, on a bloody battlefield A bond of dreams was forever forged and steeled The documents were signed by all, and then they were sealed And now the bells of judgement have been pealed And to the covenant you must yield |