War Spirits sing and Battle Souls cry
Forever they'll live
Though their Bodies have died
Wolves signal Storms
As they howl in the Night
They strengthen our Might
When Days are forlorn
Good Friends good Times!
Divinity defiled
In the Darkness i bleed
A Blasphemous Discipline
Upon which i would feed
The People declared
That i would be the One
Who would venture to the Stars
And bow to none
Those who sought the Dawn became so hollow
They feared to follow the crimson Shadow
The Path of the Poet
The Fist in the Skull
The Will of the Ancients
Bow to Vesperia
Big Son of a Bitch
We have grown so weak with Longing
For a Life far gone we were strong
But now surrounded by Corpses and Horses
And the Shadow of the Westerman
An Era when the Blind sing the Sylvan Songs
They speak of Days long since gone
And after we have left this World
The Ferriman will guide us Home
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