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Let ravens feast on dead

Hail the father war

Beneath the sword of cleaving faith

Beneath the cloud of vulture shade

I could taste your tears

But homes in flames burned my tongue

As brothers we shed

As brothers we bled

I could see your fear

But smoke of pyres stained me blind

Hail the father war

Hold thy ground

No knight on horse shall pass

This spear sown grass

Hold thy ground

We starve another day

To breathe and prey as slaves

Hold this land

No man shall ever heed

Your cross shaped leash

Hold this land

Earth gave us birth

Our blood we give in return

Blood we shall return

True to gods of old

Yet betrayed by demons of pride

Once we sacrificed

All laws for moments respite

Gold they yearned, sweet promise served

On honey venomed feast

When winter passed all north was burned

Peace was for deceased

By the ruins of trampled hope

All we lost, triumphs we sought

Near heralds of armed despair

Side by side against this tide

Let no one fall to blazing fright

Fear - it reaches deeper than spear

Hail the dying god

Never we kneel

Never we flee

Death over peace

And death shall rise us free

As brothers we bled

Now brothers in death

To seize the final breath

But my soul is no longer here