Текст песни
The whisper from the throne, a "noble" stand
To break the kindly leash from the Empire's hand
They promise fire and blood, a "sovereign" fate
While trading peace for a paper-gate
The granaries are full, the walls are high
A moth prepares to make the flame die
So raise the banners high on bone-white spires!
Feed the forges with our own domain!
Each "victory" a funeral fire, consuming hope, our future's pyre!
For a God-King drunk on chained disdain!
The fields are ash, the young men's blood is clay
The "loyal" flee by night and break away
The crown sits heavy on a fevered brow
He sees a traitor in the humblest vow
The secret police, the midnight dread
The kingdom fights the ghost inside its head
So raise the banners high on bone-white spires!
Feed the forges with our own domain!
Each "victory" a funeral fire, consuming hope, our future's pyre!
For a God-King drunk on chained disdain!
They test our resolve! They fear our might!
The hunger is a test! The darkness, holy light!
Bring me the generals who speak of retreat
My people love me... from the empty street
So raise the banners high on bone-white spires!
Feed the forges with our own domain!
Each "victory" a funeral fire, consuming hope, our future's pyre!
For a God-King drunk on chained disdain!
The Empire waits... it barely bled
We chose the noose... for a ghost inside our head
