In the sleep of men
The kings then residents
We dust the tablet once again
The trooper's golden name now remenants
The war is forgotten
The dusk left hanging upon
The corpse is consumed and rotten
Eyes at the west as all light is gone
Riding upon our backbones
They lied and said "honorable steed"
When will we awake and atone?
We're used for our own creed
We are men
We will always be men
In every hour of demise
None but us will rise!
In the burst of men
The residents then kings
So visit the graves again
Visit the graves and watch our wings
The war is still going on
The dawn is yet to come
You'll find no more bent backbones
Our eyes fixed at the east awaiting one sun
Fear not their corruption
None will withstand our eruption
Beware of infections of the dark
Our children will sing to the light
Whenever the dissonance is to start
We'll be holding our shields ready to fight
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