Battle Lines - Wodensthrone

«And so it comes to this

And thus are we undone…»

The foundations of our fathers' truths

Eroded by the cruelties of fate

Thus enslaved wear their yoke like a crown

And their dishonour like the finest jewel

The profane usurps the sacred

The sacred defiled as profane

Unquestioning blindness proclaimed to be sight

The denial of death and the sourging of life

And so it comes to this

But thus are we undone?

The Curse on ruinous currents ascends

Born by winds we dare not name

Its corruption taints all in its wake

Its ravenous shadow enshrouding the earth

Where is our courage?

Wherefore is our pride?

When good men do nothing

Whilst tyrants scar the skies

The lonely forest whispers

An oaken eulogy

A battlecry for those who stand

Before this poisoned tide

Against the Eye that glares incandescent

And those who conspire that great deeds fail

Our banners crack and flutter in forewarning

The threatening promise of tempests to come

Hearken to me!

Seek not for Gods to break our chains

Seek strength and will to break the chains ourselves

Seek for the essence of the wind’s true name

That we might command our fate once more!

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