Thousandfold (Pagan Folk Metal / Melodic Death Metal)
Sprinkled by the trappings Of words make the outlines Blur on the showplace that made history
The folk is willed Parrot the dished up tale The lure of a higher meaning
Cheat, you had to create An enemy stereotype To receive your absolution A frothy poor excuse for your foray To disengage the deeps of your encumbrance
Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me
Declined Truths ensign Forever mine Bereave me
Marching with ten legions Whilst crucial weapon's not the pillum But the feather, held in your hand
Penned in blood Your tall tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield
I, the spectral guise Evoking these baring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance