The Line That Divides - Vore

Speak to us of stone

Of its cold immortal grace

Of earth, of ash, the final clash

To envelop all in flame

Storm of blades, cascade -- collide

These are the hands that strike

This is the line that divides

What can be cut shall bleed

What will burn set alight

What can be smashed and broken

Shall be crushed beneath our might

Rise!

Bastard sons of scorn

Rouse your fury within the eye

Unleash your birthright

Of cold steel, burning ice

Effigies carved in earth’s bones

For millennia shall they stand

With vigilant gaze cast over land and sea

The wind, the waves their only foe