Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So many men have fallen
So many more must die
Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe
And though our limbs may weary
Of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows
We face an endless host of foes
[Verse 2]
How heavy this ax
Burden carried from birth
Wrought in stygian visions
By the gods of the earth
[Verse 3]
Upon the hallowed mountain
The gods convene
To mourn the death of our ancient queen
Keepers of sacred fire
Awaken from your sleep
Drink from the cup of memory
[Verse 4]
How heavy this ax
Burden carried from birth
Wrought in stygian visions
By the gods of the earth
Written by: JD Cronise
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