Lowborn - Aviators

Not far away lies a storm to the north

Whispers of winter as death marches forth

Honor means nothing when war is unfair

We’ve come here to battle and return to nowhere

Kings die like peasants, with no one to mourn

There’s blood in these hills from the battles forlorn

Wolves in the shadows drag pieces away

I’ve nothing to lose, with no debts left to pay

Faces, erased like a dream

The gods have not listened

Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams

Places, where we have no name

A man of no house is a man without masters to shame

Strangers, we’re bound by despair

A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir

Dangers, from ever cold sky

A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die

Vengeance igniting the fire in my blood

Paths of destruction, by sword and by flood

Fed to the vultures were friends and good men

Pursuit of dominion, the game never ends

Queens kill for power, and lords fight for gold

A wraith dressed in armor still lies in the cold

Followed by brethren with loyalty mine

Hunted by thieves of a purer bloodline

Faces, erased like a dream

The gods have not listened

Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams

Places, where we have no name

A man of no house is a man without masters to shame

Strangers, we’re bound by despair

A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir

Dangers, from ever cold sky

A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die

I have seen heaven, or some kind of hell

The source of my burden, the space that I dwell

There’s no one to save us, the heroes are dead

The songs of our children are silent instead

Of ice and of fire, the stories we write

We rise from the ashes, attack in the night

The kingdom forsaken, by fate may it be

A cage with no room for the lowborn like me

Faces, erased like a dream

The gods have not listened

Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams

Places, where we have no name

A man of no house is a man without masters to shame

Strangers, we’re bound by despair

A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir

Dangers, from ever cold sky

A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die

Not far away lies a storm to the north

Whispers of winter as death marches forth

Honor means nothing when war is unfair

We’ve come here to battle and return to nowhere