Bloodheaving Meadows

Let ravens feast on dead
Hail the father war
Beneath the sword of cleaving faith
Beneath the cloud of vulture shade
I could taste your tears
But homes in flames burned my tongue.

As brothers we shed
As brothers we bled
I could see your fear
But smoke of pyres stained me blind.

Hail the father war
Hold thy ground
No knight on horse shall pass
This spear sown grass
Hold thy ground
We starve another day
To breathe and prey as slaves.

Hold this land
No man shall ever heed
Your cross shaped leash
Hold this land
Earth gave us birth
Our blood we give in return
Blood we shall return.

True to gods of old
Yet betrayed by demons of pride
Once we sacrificed
All laws for moments respite
Gold they yearned, sweet promise served
On honey venomed feast
When winter passed all north was burned
Peace was for deceased.

By the ruins of trampled hope
All we lost, triumphs we sought
Near heralds of armed despair
Side by side against this tide
Let no one fall to blazing fright
Fear - it reaches deeper than spear.

Hail the dying god.

Never we kneel
Never we flee
Death over peace
And death shall rise us free.

As brothers we bled
Now brothers in death
To seize the final breath
But my soul is no longer here.