Through the graves it is blowing,
And it bares a poisoned tongue,
And the foul breath of deceit.
I am my fathers 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.
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When night falls
She cloaks the world
In impenetrable darkness
A chill rises
From the soil
And contaminates the air
Suddenly...
Life has new meaning
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Slavisk Arisk Hedensk Krig!
--
When night falls
She cloaks the world
In impenetrable darkness
A chill rises
From the soil
And contaminates the air
Suddenly...
Life has new meaning
--
I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego shall survive.
(Bertrand Arthur William Russell)
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Slavisk Arisk Hedensk Krig!
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When night falls
She cloaks the world
In impenetrable darkness
A chill rises
From the soil
And contaminates the air
Suddenly...
Life has new meaning
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