Originally Posted by miraj

[Verse 1]
Aye brave bards,
don't get caught in the sobbing of morn
Let the scars of war, bleed out from the aching storm
where all your sonant songs
quake in a martyr's heart, as they let out their maddened throng,
like the souls of a million lunatics
loosened from the prison-hold
as they sparkle in speckled hues of gold
to sacrifice, their true colors yet untold

[Chorus]
Cry o soldiers cry
Let your guttural pain
tear the heaven apart
let your shrieking moan
sunder the earth
let the severed groin
break your mama's heart
no matter, you will get all the bloody stars
but we are the one to carry the scars
we're sick of this unending farce
nothing hurts anymore to us

[Verse 2]
Aye savage souls, why show your face in discord
does it sting, to suffer our tremored words
Let our fingers bleed out in broken strokes of chords
Let lightning cleave in, upon our jaded heart
as you frenzy to death, like dying motes of dust

[Chorus]
Let our hushed-up voice, like wounded snakes
Raise their hood, in poison bloom
Fear not soul, if our voice breaks down
We will strike, with the echo of tenfold gloom
Let the voice of the dictators die
Let no spangled light, shelter the dawn
till The distances dissolve in the fireborn sky
from the blazing landverse of our battlesong

[Verse 3]
Let them feel, the birth of pain
tearing up from the weeping stars
The weeping Dawn, in fever pain
Hungry to know the meaning of scars
First time thirsty, in wounded waters.
Let them feel, the birth of rain
tearing up from the bleeding clouds
The weeping Dawn, in fever pain
broke in the breeze, shouting loud

[Chorus]
Let the voice of the dictators die
Let the starless night, its hearse return
The distances between our spaces in heart-struck cry
sing with freedom, our unsung battlesongs.