Ten Winters Apart, Part II: Song of Mourn 가사

No man an island Swept away with rising tide Land a mare, saddled thrice By masters eager to ride With open arms whole west disarmed Blood lets the blood, scars on feuds to carve Between lines claimed Iron curtains waive on wind Entwined on soil of mine And honor coiled here within With open arms whole west disarmed Yield the last vanguard Blood lets the blood scars on feuds to carve Long gone are the voice and lore Our daughters fled these shores Who then bears the songs of mourn With new horizons shadowed from dawn Long gone are the springtime born These hands of mine sent them forth Who then bears the wounds of war When my loins are bleeding to core