Fall Of Efrafa - The Fall of Efrafa lyrics

The warren is empty tonight, Blood spills on toiled ground Fur will hang in ragged clumps Upon the hedgerows Peace is lost to us now, A fettered ideal x 2 They are the warmongers And they will make our laws A paw will fall upon the weak They will mark the day In d**h we make our charge, our last lament x2 To turn the tide, in our numbers; The final will fall - they have our fear We have the will A battle cry will sound out Shrill against the night And with it our retribution; The warren is empty x 5