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
