Exile -

World shed the blood to be safe

From the proud tyrant rise

All its force are in grave

Made by storm of the dust

Rage has gone flown to sky

You can see only dirt

No more death, no more cries

No more storm of the war

Built of remains, ashes and dust

New law of life, new worthy way

It cannot rot, it cannot rust

Strong we become passed over

Bloody hell

It cursed by Gods leading

All the men to ending in grave

For the souls, for every thy feeling

Fight with time to grow your own fame

Hide all the fear let it go

Find the light in thy heart

All the worst things you’ve done

Buried far, thrown apart

Built of remains, ashes and dust

New law of life, new worthy way

It cannot rot, it cannot rust

Strong we become passed over

Bloody hell

It cursed by Gods leading

All the men to ending in grave

For the souls, for every thy feeling

Fight with time to grow your own fame

Firestorm can come again if thy

Mind forget the time of shadows

Only will deserves to rule your life

Order’s fall

Let make the chaos rise