My Dying Bride
Vår Gud över Er
Wintershire, we defend, up hills highInto the dark weave of a great dark stormCold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bowKings and men, fall or fight, a punishingEverywhere, thousands lie. God almighty!Driving them from our land to their seaGreat fathers and sons, brothers everyoneOut upon that scene, under wintersunDraw your blade once more. From the trees they pourSay a prayer out loud. Let us end this warSweat at the sword and the killing handLet the steel answer them. Show no mercy!And snow leaves a drift of sin and loathingYet they come evermore. What is this!Many fell today, and their bodies layAll across this land as their spirit fadesName upon name, fabled and braveYears of doing this, but they always cameMy wounds let me know the rage of winter and the worldEvery hour, I'm broken down. I will not kneel before you brokenNearer now, their faces clear. And books held in bloodstained glovesRight from here I can see the whole world dying in their flamesIn the beginning, were the words they forced into mePages inked in blood. A new God comes to save us all
From Letras Mania