Eternal Wanderers Mounds 7:41

Снято во время выступления в MezzoForte Текст In the distant land Sullen mounds stand. Sad are their tales Of the dark and glorious days Once clouds closed the Sun, Grim times had begun. All were mustered for the war To confront the deadly foe. Death with eerie might Waylays in the fight Sternly it draws near And stabs you with its hideous spear. Falling down you make the stroke Panting in the poisoned smoke, Scorched lips whisper farewell, The sight dissolves in the hazy veil. How many ones so fair Fell in battles of despair, But still in the fading world Their banners stand unfurled. Time passed, and where blood had flown Now sullen mounds have grown. Raindrops washed the bloody stains, But so far the grief remains.