Testo di Victory Has 1000 Fathers, Defeat Is an Orphan

Your flesh calls to the funeral pyre As far as the eye can see The horizon on fire He who hunts alongside beasts may become their prey The hunter becomes the hunted As the darkest night follows the shortest day Victory has one thousand fathers, defeat is an orphan Vultures wheel high in the sky Calling to the carrion kind Devoured by time Make your pilgrimage to the ghosts of loss Every martyr follows another To the great tomb in the sky We are devoured by time Victory has one thousand fathers, defeat is an orphan Victory has