Paroles de The Last Fallen

Riding the winds of blood Heavy steps on the fuse between Life and death and hell Swift march on a road of swords and oaken leaves Oaken leaves, oaken leaves One creed above the mud One creed: Sweat saves blood! One creed above the mud Shackled and caged Frontline raptor with feathers burnt Claw and hunger's pain Eleven summers gone yet evading the rope Evading the rope, evading the rope Cut are the wings of the last fallen One creed above the mud One creed: Sweat saves blood! One creed above the mud Gently inviting death Blowtorch-battalion flame long dead Bare throat, shadow sings One last cup of tea while waiting for the fire For the fire, for the fire Cursed is the crown of the last fallen