Song for Sorrow and Woe - Xandria

The tyrant’s reborn in many a form

And feasts on our unspoken word

Come break the silence and sing our song

No voice will be left unheard

Oh name him and he’ll be the face to your blame

A face for your slander and scorn

He’ll join his voice to our song and our game

Away with our battle and on with love

Oh guide me my eyes to weary to see my spirit withered

Oh give me strength give me will to go on give me a voice