Empire Falls — Primordial

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