Fall of an Empire - War Lord | Текст песни

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IF THE CROWS CAN STEAL OUR SOULS AND CARRY THEM OFF TO EDEN,
THEN WHERE'S THE FEAR OF SHEDDING TEARS FOR THE BLOOD WE'RE SPILLING?
IS IT THE CLAWS OR LOOMING WALLS THAT FUELS THE RIGHT TO KILL?
TO DO A THING THAT IS SO UNCLEAN TO WASH AWAY OUR EVIL.
IS IT A NOD TO ALMIGHTY GOD WHEN SOWING SEEDS IN WINTER?
OR MIGHT IT BE THE DEVIL'S FEE FOR THE CROW OUR LAST DEFENDER?
IF A CROW CAN CARRY SOULS TO A PLACE NO LONGER LIVING, THEN PERHAPS A PRAYER IS WORTH A CARE IF ALL CAN BE FORGIVEN.
BUT IF A LORD CAN SHAPE A SWORD FROM THE PLOWS OF PEACEFUL FARMERS AND BIRTH A WAR OF SHINING SWORDS TO RAISE/RAZE HIS KINGDOM'S HONOR
THEN PERHAPS A PRAYER DESERVE A STARE OR EVEN A STIFF LESSON, THEN EVEN GOOD CAN BE WITHSTOOD IF TURNED INTO A WEAPON.
TAKE MY BONES HOME TO MY FAMILY
BUT LEAVE MY SWORD WITH MY SOUL
THE ROAD I WALK OS FRAUGHT WITH PERIL
AND IT HAS EVER LED ME WHERE I GO


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