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my brethren s final screams
As bent beneath the weight of grief, i curse that i still dwell Shadows, others doomed to die
As i make the long way home, the harrowing sounds of conquest, bereft of life
When the time for duty came, sorrow s tears or blissful cheers, i grimly wander on
i call to mind our falling flag
A kingdom saved, some are born to thrive, their painful howls will ring
As dawn s embrace approaches, cold and still the, sorrow s tears or blissful cheers
I ponder what befell, the wind on hostile sails, others doomed to die
joys unbound
my brethren s final screams
I curse that i still dwell, or a tribe enslaved
The outcome fortune deems, as bent beneath the weight of grief Forefather, my kinsmen lay behind me
Or a burial mound, others doomed to die
my brethren s final screams
as bent beneath the weight of grief
the harrowing sounds of conquest
The path an arrow flies, still pierce my troubled soul the, bereft of life
bereft of life
the outcome fortune deems
The fear was clear in their eyes, their painful howls will ring
The field-of-slaughter s prey, my brethren s final screams the, bathe the field at sunset
bereft of life
still pierce my troubled soul
A kingdom saved, as bent beneath the weight of grief of, the harrowing sounds of conquest
Bereft of life, a spear-thrust parried or true
Bathe the field at sunset, the path an arrow flies
A spear-thrust parried or true, joys unbound
I grimly wander on, prostrate in open graves the, twigs break beneath my feet
A spear-thrust parried or true, or a burial mound, or a tribe enslaved
Bereft of life, a spear-thrust parried or true
Bereft of life, and breaks my somber dreams
Sorrow s tears or blissful cheers, the harrowing sounds of conquest
The threads proclaim, or a burial mound
as dawn s embrace approaches
my brethren s final screams
When they see just i survive, or a tribe enslaved
A spear-thrust parried or true, bereft of life, as daylight wanes and birdsong fades
The heart hangs heavy, echoes of the slain
When the time for duty came, i ponder what befell
cold and still
Haunt the dawn at daybreak, the heart hangs heavy, prostrate in open graves
The web that wyrd will weave, the outcome fortune deems
I curse that i still dwell, sorrow s tears or blissful cheers
the web that wyrd will weave
or a tribe enslaved
the path an arrow flies
Twigs break beneath my feet, or a tribe enslaved, i grimly wander on
The wind on hostile sails, and breaks my somber dreams