A cold wind is blowing

Through the graves it is blowing

And it bares a poisoned tongue

And the foul breath of deceit

I am my fathers son

And his deeds

Cannot be undone... be undone

You trade in his blood

Writing your history

In the sacrifices of the dead

Where is the fighting man?

Am I he?

You would trade every truth

For hollow victories

Every empire will fall

Every monument crumble

Forgotten men who watch the centuries

Whose silent words

Rise up in betrayal

We will rise up in betrayal

Where is the fighting man?

Am I he?

You would trade every truth

For hollow victories

Every empire falls

And the earth to ashes turn

The lands of my birth

Shall be my tomb

The are the lands, the lands of my birth

Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past

And when the sky should fall

The earth to ashes turn

Then you know they shall be my tomb

Where is the fighting man?

I am he

You would trade every truth

For hollow victories