Dying Breed - Fall of Eden

Daylight breaks the sky, rise up to your feet, grab your sword and shield.

We are the last of this dying breed.

On to the front lines we will ride.

Our soldiers battle sword to sword against their men.

Our blood is spilt and flesh is torn from our side;

With the taste of victory on our tongues;

Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the ground.

Onto the bridge we march-they're walls must all come down.

As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.

Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying breed.

A Change in the wind on the northern front.

Give nothing to no one.

We tear down the sky and seal our fate.

Through glory we live on.

The roar of battle drives us on.

With beating war drums in our ears.

Without fear of death we can never fail.

I’ve earned my honor with this axe I wield.

Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the ground.

Onto the bridge we march-they're walls must all come down.

As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.

Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying breed.