A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit
I am my father's son And his deeds Cannot be undone, be undone
You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead
Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories
Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries
Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal
Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories
Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb
The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb
Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories
