Letras
A sky of dread weighs down on man
No dawn comes in the tyrant's wake
The wind howls not with freedom's call
Oppression's breath is cloaked in rain
Ashen fields where dreams once grew
Now salted by an unknown hand
A frost is cast upon our souls
To break the will our fathers held
The landscapes crawl with weary souls
With hearts encased in quiet fear
And voices stolen by the din
Where dishonest visions still endear
No swords to bear, no axes to wield
Yet all must fight a silent war
O'r subverting grips that veil the land
Who'd see men's spirits rise no more
Enduring is that force we fight
It's hidden hands and relentless tide
It seeks to break what it can't bind
That embers spark which burns so bright
Resounding o'r moors in embattled breath
A cry escapes these thorns of grief
For they will never claim our soul
We are the storm that wouldn't tame