Can it all, can it all be a dream?
Can it all be a horrible dream?
Where everything is a horrid distortion of what I know is reality
But this is real, as the flesh on my bones, and the blood, and the blood in my veins
New scars are sown, that will proudly be worn, a reminder that they wanted this war

Who shed the first tears, lost more of those dear? No one knows anymore
I don't care, how long ago this hatred was born
And now their blood must be shed
To atone for the dead, the innocent taken by force
I'll see that, they will fall to a northern storm

Old wounds run deep, no time can uproot what was sown by deceit
A cycle unbroken still, generations to come will lust for the kill
Sworn to defend, by oath to my order, carry on 'till the end
Ill will see them burn and never rise again

Who shed the first tears, lost more of those dear? No one knows anymore
I don't care, how long ago this hatred was born
And now their blood must be shed
To atone for the dead, the innocent taken by force
I'll see that, they will fall to a northern storm

Who shed the first tears, lost more of those dear? No one knows anymore
I don't care, how long ago this hatred was born
And now their blood must be shed
To atone for the dead, the innocent taken by force
I'll see that, they will fall to a northern storm