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 leaves
One creed above the mud
One creed: sweat saves blood!
One creed above the mud
Shackled and caged
Frontline raptor with feathers burnt
Claw and hunger's pain
Eleven summers gone yet evading the rope
...evade the rope ...evade the rope
Cut are the wings of the last fallen
One creed above the mud
One creed: sweat saves blood!
One creed above the mud
Gently 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