To the Death - Vassafor

Tainted banners.

How are we to find the strength to bear another day?

When moonlight echoes (on) what the crows have rejected

How do my eyes look when the others have faded away?

Black pits, never to reflect the light again

Bleached are the bones as I wait amongst the flames

What were we screaming was it a name?

Glory bound, what mortal could slay?

Irrevocable trust — currnts drown the sun rays

(solo DT)

Seize th day.

Hold the banner.

Show them the way

Drum is still pounding long into the night… pounding into my skull

Stream of visions… undoing what I’ve done.

That night I did meet a lion,

deep beneath the caves of Eremite

Where the Priestess works her fire — fist defiantly in the flames

There are few men left worthy of their names

Oh Priestess guide us

This life has been a life for raving — a life for grief — a life alone

When passion sinks oceans, passion seeks fire

Revealing the ivory bones

Fire

We are charging

Bones

The martyrs bones we feed to our dogs

We know that you lied

Craving for what was never there

…we know that you lied

Tear them, beat them, burn them crush them

Liar

Drag them screaming by the hair

…you never broke us inside

Seeing visions hearing voices, what did you awaken?

And now that I recite the words you leave me here forsaken

Show me father, show me now, the darkest space between the stars

I await amongst the flames

Bound in glories echoes

As the wind whispers your name

This has been a life for raving a life for grief — a life alone

When passion sinks the ocean round the stone & fire reveals the gleaming ivory

bones

Cleansed in ritual, cleansed in pride

My Lord you lied, you lied

This war has awoken something deep inside

We know that you lied… but still we bled and died

We did it for loyalty — we did it for pride

We know that you lied… But you never broke us inside

A warrior stirs his fire — shadows shift pity cannot exist

There are few left worthy of their names… few left

Are we hearing voices?

What did we awaken?

Tore them, beat them, burned them crushed them

Dragged them screaming

To the Death

(solo VK)

Survivor hold your fist into the flame

Have you lived a life worthy of a name

She carves the mark into his flesh — his brother bears the same

Needles of ink scrape his spine

…mark me To the Death

…To the Death

I have given my blood

I know what awaits me…

…To the Death