A Place to Rest - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Lay on the ground

Taste of the shade

Save your last sound

Burn it away

Lights on the hill

Wolves on their way

As above

So below

Fight for the throne

Hunt for the horn

Dreams had been sown

War has been born

The wolf hath devoured

Where oaths hat been scorned

As above

So below

Shadows waiting for the day

Gyre and gimble in the wabe

Bastard son sent to the wall

Bastard bitch sits on the throne

Life so cheap for one so young

Flesh so soft for one so dumb