Brother What tidings doth thou bring? Can't you hear dread words from traitors tongues And Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Against all this I carry the fight Beyond the ages And the wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood We are haunting the usurpers through plague Through tempest, and across the raging seas As a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... Seeking retribution You will know That when there is nothing left In this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope, shattered and torn I will come for you I will come for you Father Father Father Father I'm still searching You can not make me a martyr