The Walls are falling
They wake the Dead
See the rubble
Running blood red
The wolf is howling
Breaks the leash
Specters gather
At the feast
Sharp the sword
Blunt the bone
A new king
For an old throne
The petals flower
Wet with tears
Bloom in slaughter
Blood and fear
Heroes and Villains
Who's to say?
When the victors
Put pen to page
See flags in tatters
Graves in the woods
What horrors hide
Beneath nights hood
The beast is smiling
His sins in fruit
Lays cards of treason
In different suits
The rats in the gutter
Now are on the table
We are all brothers
Cane and Able
Dead winters
Dead summers
Dead Buglers
Dead Drummers
EUROPA CALLING