The Craven

Hide and flee
From the battle raging
Bend the knee
Craven, but a craven living

Never again will I commit
To this hypocrite folly
For a speck of glory
Countless souls will no longer fly
In majesty they cry
For us, the last of the flock

Last one standing in this hell
Pride or shame, I cannot tell
Now, surrounded by this awful stench
My only purpose is to avenge

Buried alive with all my grief
I'll welcome Death with some relief
But I know
It's not my time
So many souls to send below

Revenge, driving my mind
No one will be left behind
No sleep till they are all aligned
Until they vanish from mankind

Never again will I commit
To this hypocrite folly
For a speck of glory
Countless souls will no longer fly
In majesty they cry
For us, the last of the flock

Watch them fall
Make them crawl
Burn them all
Till I'm whole

Buried alive with all my grief
I welcome Death with some relief
And I know
Now it's my time
So many souls to join below