A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue

And the foul breath of deceit

I am my fathers son

And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone


You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead


Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?

You would trade every truth
For hollow victories


Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries


Whose silent words
Rise up in betrayal

We will rise up in betrayal

Where is the fighting man?

Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories


Every empire falls
And the earth to ashes turn

The lands of my birth
Shall be my tomb


The are the lands, the lands of my birth
Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
And when the sky should fall

The earth to ashes turn
Then you know they shall be my tomb


Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth

For hollow victories