The Walls are falling They wake the Dead See the rubble Running blood red The wolf is howling Breaks the leash Specters gather At the feast Sharp the sword Blunt the bone A new king For an old throne The petals flower Wet with tears Bloom in slaughter Blood and fear Heroes and Villains Who’s to say? When the victors Put pen to page See flags in tatters Graves in the woods What horrors hide Beneath nights hood The beast is smiling His sins in fruit Lays cards of treason In different suits The rats in the gutter Now are on the table We are all brothers Cane and Able Dead winters Dead summers Dead Buglers Dead Drummers EUROPA CALLING