Gm                  D                             Gm                            D
My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that everyone will falter when you die.

Gm                               D             Gm                           D    
And as we speak the army of our enemies is approaching our gates, we cannot fly.

Gm - Repeat how much you want

Gm
Behold, my son,
          D
There's a way to save you all,
           Gm                       D
Don't you despair, don't be petrified.

Gm
There is an armor,
        D  
ancient magic made it strong,
         Gm                               D
And you shall wear it when you face the fight.

Em                 A               Bm               Em             A            Bm
This harness will guide us through dangerous night, It humbles the foe with its grace.
Em            A            Bm                   Em            A            Bm
The thornmail will help us prevail and survive, Our deadliest fate we embrace.

Gm                          D                            Gm                            D
Well done, my son, it's the way to save you all, but don't you think the realm's been purified.
Gm                  D                             Gm                            D
Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall, Keep them in thrall, it's time to smite and ignite.

Em                 A               Bm               Em             A            Bm
This harness will guide us through dangerous night, It humbles the foe with its grace.
Em            A            Bm                   Em            A            Bm
The thornmail will help us prevail and survive, Our deadliest fate we embrace.

Solo : Just Gm - Repeat how much you want

Gm                  D                             Gm                            D
My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that everyone will falter when you die.

Em                 A               Bm               Em             A            Bm
This harness will guide us through dangerous night, It humbles the foe with its grace.
Em            A            Bm                   Em            A            Bm
The thornmail will help us prevail and survive, Our deadliest fate we embrace.
G#m
Son, smite them all!