"father's fly me strength of two
all wars are old yet I am new"

the trees will bud bodies without any eyes
as the calm before battle sleeps in the skies

its beyond my arm what faces us friend
but into the maelstrom we soon will descend

the weight of my axe the blood of my kin
before the dawn they'll be wearing my skin

but I will snarl at the gates of this hell
and I'll take some demons with me as well

death comes but once to the brave
but to them without courage

it makes them a slave