The last of stands
CrimfallThe 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
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- Ten Winters Apart, Part IV: Dawn Without a Sun
- The Last of Stands
- The Writ Of Sword
- Ten Winters Apart, Part I: Far from Any Fate
- Ten Winters Apart, Part II: Song of Mourn
- Where Waning Winds Lead
- Eschaton
- Kunnes Sade Saa
- Shackles Of The Moirai
- Silver And Bones
- Storm Before The Calm
- Wayward Verities
- Frost Upon Their Graves
- Mother of Unbelievers
- Non Serviam
- Shadow Hearth
- Son Of North
- Until Falls the Rain