Oh! this vessel is broken – broken shattered and torn Seen battles death foretold – we rise to hold the sword Arms though crippled and broken – reach to wield the sword That my father’s fathers had forged – rise to hold – the sword
When you are old – body is wasted Think on this day – glory you tasted Warriors life – glorious death Optic skygar – the sword
Feel divine transformation – ascension to planes beyond whole A temblor – hand of ruin A servant to shadows no more
Souls like fingers are clinging As mist embraces the moor Like my father’s fathers before Headless into – the swarm
When you are old – body is wasted Think on this day – glory you tasted Warriors life – glorious death Rise into – the swarm
