[Lyric] The Archer (Fin (Metal))

A call from inner strength
Smites our fears
Reaching forth to taunt the arrows
Straight from thy hand
In each bend of the bow
Time shall stand
A scourge of the land
He changes his course
By his own hand

Fear not
Brothers
We shall win this day
Territories of the mind
Well within command
Sufficed, the war is uphill
A strand of fatigue
Yet still, further march on
Lay claim to your keep

I who'd beckon force
With arrows in hand
I'd grasp the sky above
As to never fall or stray
I who defied virtue
With arrows in my hand
Fell fires of false regard
Are all that stand in our way
Failures in life
Have chosen to live this way
To fall through abyss
To wither away
I chose variation
To avoid that path
As a shadow I walk
With arrows in hand