Welcome back, to the land of the free
Only one battle away from the cusp
Out march the thousand weak
Never set to retreat, for we stand strong tonight

All minds and matters freeze
Never ending, never seizing to be
Standing strong with a view of the land they sing “Heads will roll before me”
Hold fast, their time is up
An extinction only second to none
Spit falls from savage mouths they sing “No son shall fall before us”

Throes of fear

Look deep into the eyes of the black
The arrows soar into a cloud overhead
Fall silent for one last breath
Only visions of death, feel no fear, forward march

Where is the one true son
The one who answers, his legend was born
Lying maimed with a view of the sword they cry “Take my life with honour”
No tale, the age forgets
Serpent’s conquered while the clouds onward wept
Hope’s name, forever enslaved, the key lies with one forsaken man

My wake can only be broken by their hopelessness
No more will weep, their sacrifice will quake throughout the age