paroles de chanson Banner of Blood - Alyiria

Stray from the path and be slaughtered, you rat
There's a very watchful eye looming over you
Insects to be crushed under the palm of undisputed royalty
This disparity, tyranny

Hail to the heiress, to the crown
Our guiding lady never faults
Child of the emperor's holy ilk
Unlike our mud-stained silk

Filthy peasant posing as a noble
How dare you smear the cathedral with your stench?
I do believe the gods no longer bless these walls
Your prosecution must be swift

Killing all you see, ravaging divine rocks
Knowing the gods gave it to us
Stop speaking nonsense, you do it for yourself
Your actions will lead us to our doom

Our holy liege, thy majesty unscathed
Hiding faces beneath gilded masks
Pour your grace on our pleading hearts
Warm under wings of thy saints
Most gracious over the high walls
The angels of heaven chant thy name (realize these skies are mine)

Shoved to the edges of the realm
Accept my banner and be redeemed
Our burning rage will bring forth hell
Lest pay the ultimate price (your reign will fall)

Hail to the heiress, to the crown
Our guiding lady never faults
Unseen in the depths of the keep
Though lady above all sees

Lordship is not achieved with pleasantries
Far beyond the sea of stars, you'll trek (please, take us back)
Take the gold, take the slaves, crush their unholy imagery
Slaughter every drow in your path

Thy majesty is drunk with wine

Hail to the heiress to the crown
Our guiding lady never faults
Hold thy blasphemer tongue
Gather your shame and be gone

Spirit to appease a weighting mind
So dark and tiresome eve 'tis being
Thy majesty drunk with my brethren blood
Torpor to carry a soul along

Our holy liege, thy tarnished majesty
Now cower beneath your jeweled pet
Damn the day in which I bled for you
I write thy name on my family's grave

Ever turning, ever twirling
Twitching and churning for
Calm as a river of elf blood
Flooding my bloating heart
Quelling my humanity
When the time comes, pray to your liege
Who's gonna stand for you?
Our lady messiah, 'tis sure

When the devils cross the sea
I am the one bathed by the gods in holy golden grace
Thou spurned lingers by my feet
I will have thy eyes as jewels for my princess

(Our Gracious Lord) our bringer of tragedy
Never would I ever forgive thy lowly kind