Torche - Across the Shields

Harsh men hang their own kind
Soothsayer flings a dull knife
Send all your kingdom's gold
And favor the keeper's soul

I am your armor

Impaling every born knight
Raiding
Pierced the hole right
Send all your kingdom's gold
And favor the keeper's soul

I am your armor

Written by:
Steve Brooks, Rick Smith, Juan Montoya, Jonathan Nuñez

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management

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