Vore The Line That Divides
Speak to us of stone
Of its cold immortal grace
Of earth, of ash, the final clash
To envelop all in flame
Storm of blades, cascade -- collide
These are the hands that strike
This is the line that divides
What can be cut shall bleed
What will burn set alight
What can be smashed and broken
Shall be crushed beneath our might
Rise!
Bastard sons of scorn
Rouse your fury within the eye
Unleash your birthright
Of cold steel, burning ice
Effigies carved in earth's bones
For millennia shall they stand
With vigilant gaze cast over land and sea
The wind, the waves their only foe
