Exile

World shed the blood to be safe
From the proud tyrant rise.
All its force are in grave,
Made by storm of the dust.

Rage has gone flown to sky.
You can see only dirt.
No more death, no more cries,
No more storm of the war.

Built of remains, ashes and dust
New law of life, new worthy way.
It cannot rot, it cannot rust.
Strong we become passed over

Bloody hell. It cursed by gods leading
All the men to ending in grave.
For the souls, for every thy feeling
Fight with time to grow your own fame.

Hide all the fear let it go
Find the light in thy heart.
All the worst things you've done
Buried far, thrown apart.

Built of remains, ashes and dust
New law of life, new worthy way.
It cannot rot, it cannot rust.
Strong we become passed over

Bloody hell. It cursed by gods leading
All the men to ending in grave.
For the souls, for every thy feeling
Fight with time to grow your own fame.

Firestorm can come again if thy
Mind forget the time of shadows.
Only will deserves to rule your life
Order's fall. Let make the chaos rise!



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mikhailov
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