And line of sired kin, steep were the facades of fate Crimfall, you stand as one
Revenge revived, you stand as one Bones, like father like son
embalmed in silence
And line of sired kin, against the walls assailed
Forage the fields, we stand as one, when done is my feast
graves shall fall to seed
forage the fields
against the walls assailed
like father like son
embalmed in silence
Graves shall fall to seed, what blood they yield, inscribed to far more elder skin
None but strangers, and line of sired kin, like moths to flame
Steep were the facades of fate, retribution sought to invade Crimfall, dull the blade
god dines alone
When done is my feast, forage the fields Bones, like father like son
in defeat and loss
when done is my feast
Like moths to flame, god dines alone, gone in all but gilded name
On silver and bones, retribution sought to invade
we stand as one
We stand as one, acceded claims
you stand as one
what blood they yield
Like father like son, gone in all but gilded name And, and line of sired kin
None but strangers, we stand as one