Dead. All dead
Lost. All is lost
We lost
Friends, followers, family
None of that matters
Not anymore
Red, the once green ground
Empty, the eyes once proud
Fleething, their courageous breath
Silence, the lonely sound of death
Death. Everywhere. All dead
Swords drowned in a sea of red
Follower, friend, father, son
None of that matters. All is gone
All is lost. Everything. We lost
Our hope. Our freedom. At great cost
No hope. No freedom. Not anymore
Not since that fateful day on the moor
A new morn. A red dawn across a dark sea
A precious cargo for a narrow boat to carry
For now kept safely in our keep
Rocking on the waves on waters deep
Deep in our hearts our dream will stay
That will be all it is, until one day
When the time is right, we that remain
Will rally once more and rise again
Freedom will be ours then