The Last of Stands - Crimfall

Banners flying on burning shade

The bones have been cast

Trenches dug on decayed

On borders never meant to blast

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

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 keepos mu 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