Crimfall The Last Of Stands
Banners flying on burning shade
The bones have been cast
Trenches dug on decayed
On borders never meant to last
By the time the bell tolls
New names engraved to the story
Faces carved to hollow halls
Pride that outlives the glory
Rivers bleed memories
Victory or death!
Rivers bleed memories
To ravaged shore
Driest dust holds crests
Of thousand monarchs
But my roots are to shallow to bore
Through iron crust men left
With their march
Rivers bleed memories
Victory or death!
Not for the king but for a throne
Not for the land but for a home
My cause is just hate as pure
Thus godgiven lust keeps my aim sure
If we are to die tonight
Would grave be our pretense?
If we are to fall from sight
Martyrs left unavenged
What worth in war waged?
Vengeance and hate assuaged?
What worth in life wasted?
Freedom to the brightest cage
What answers give the lion
When prey calls for judgement?
True nature of mankind's scion
As child inherits the scent
Rivers bleed memories
Victory or death!
Not for the king but for a throne
Not for the land but for a home
My cause is just hate as pure
Thus godgiven lust keeps my aim sure
