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Death's Crown Is VictoryLike wheat in the wind, bow and bendYour will and your knee, to that of your lord He laughs, beckons, to fools who listen Enraptured by words, hollow, ill thought Revenants of rebellion, haunt your periphery A cold and nameless grave, the propylon void Burning darkness, seething rays of holocaust The glory fields unto which we'll pass Are dressed with fire not stone And here is where we stand, upright and unchained Whilst your shaking hands, tend to bloodied knee Without a name, you are not a man Never forget, the chains that bind You left your kith, for slavery We'll never surrender, we'll never yield Death's crown is victory The wind heaves heavily, to sweep out the day And, like that, another flag is planted on unbroken ground It is not fear but respite that carries our sails So continue, we do, toward far off shores Ten are your thousands to each one of us, Yet not one heart that beats in song We come to fight not to fall The tide retreats from the cowering shore So it need not wear our blood tonight When the silence roars loudest, the moment is closest |