Art of Violence - Tracedawn

Red sand on the shore I stand

Rain of fire is falling down

All must answer the call

Weak break and the mighty fall

Men burn in the flames of war

Carry on and on

To the point where all stand alone

Red sand on the shore I stand

The waves are dead my heart is black

Men march to their deaths

Wife’s weep their sons are next

Old men take the glory

Young men take the toll

Set all aside

For honor and fame

Make men burn in your art of war

Carry on and on

To the point where all stand alone

Carry on and on

To the point