Letra 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 leavesOne creed above the mud One creed: sweat saves blood! One creed above the mudShackled 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 fallenOne creed above the mud One creed: sweat saves blood! One creed above the mudGently 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