Watching from a distance
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
But we? Do we fell ashamed?
Are we ugly with grief?
Honour me
Savagely
A dead youth
A sacred fever
A chest still swollen with hope
Feed these lands with dead men
We serve their c**t in secret
Our hearts are heavy
Our sense of sin
From a distant impossible past
We sing the love of danger
Of unconditional loyalty
Of blind devotion...
"This is not a time for silence"
The strangeness of their fate
Their deaths put my life to shame
But we? Do we fell ashamed?
Are we ugly with grief?
Honour me
Savagely
A dead youth
A sacred fever
A chest still swollen with hope
Feed these lands with dead men
We serve their c**t in secret
Our hearts are heavy
Our sense of sin
From a distant impossible past
We sing the love of danger
Of unconditional loyalty
Of blind devotion...
"This is not a time for silence"