Requiem Lyrics

A broken man takes his final breath

A fitting end to a woeful life

A twisted blade, now buried deep

A stubborn fool or noble sacrifice?

Last cries ring out

In empty chambers

Hollow offering

To the absent hordes above

They always asked what it would take

To throw yourself in the churning gears

To lay it all down here on the line

For what we hold so dear

Not abstract thought or cause celebre

That we forfeit our final breath

To find those for which we live

Is to know those we offer death

They always asked what it would take

To throw yourself in the churning gears

To lay it all down here on the line

For what we hold so dear

Not abstract thought or cause celebre

That we forfeit our final breath

To find those for which we live

Is to know those we offer death

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!

Run!

I will hold them off!

Don't look back!

This one ain't on you!