Distant shores, bleeding wounds
Blood red clouds fill the sky
Walking among fellow spears
To a glorious war, to find our death
Shadows fall for a green young soul
We are knocking to the silver gates
It should be fear
Demise is near
But my hearth is full of joy
The wind hears me, with furious gust
Heightening our last song
Dead warriors singing ancient chants of war
Green sprouts marching to the golden hall
Dead warriors singing ancient chants of war
Green sprouts marching to the golden hall
War! War! War! Chants of war!
War! War! War! Chants of war!
War! War! War! Chants of war!
War! War! War! Chants of war!
War! War! War! Chants of war!
War! War! War! Chants of war!
WAR!
Dead warriors singing ancient chants of war
Green sprouts marching to the golden hall
Dead warriors singing ancient chants of war
Green sprouts marching to the golden hall
Walking among fellow spears
To a glorious war, to find our death
Shadows fall for a green young soul
We are knocking to the silver gates
