Thornmail

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

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

Gm - Repeat how much you want

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

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

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

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

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

Solo : Just Gm - Repeat how much you
 want

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

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