Lyrics
From the north to the south
From the east and to the west
To the west
All that waits for me is the grave
Is the grave
I have been where my brothers they lay fallen
They lay fallen
And my kind they are as slaves
When the sun, she rise again
To our deaths like condemned men
Bloodied yet unbowed
I sing a song of the tomb - of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
The Gods that await me - that await me
I raise a glass in your - in your name
In your name
For when the sun, she rise
To our deaths like condemned men
This is the twilight of the ages
And no man shall stand
I sing a song of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
With virgin voice to poisoned womb
I call to the shadowed kind
To men of myth, they are etched in stone
Whose songs are heard no more
To women of the barren lands
I say that this
This is your time
