Seasons

Hey little friend You and me til the end We've come so far to kill them all Just like a flame the heat remains Too long do we toil, til bed rest and soil May you forget our sons we commit To war with you all, the damned will crawl Their skin boiled raw Crushed once mighty jaws A language uncovered, renown for your brothers Teeth on the ground Crimson crown Please take my bones They're ever so cold You've ought to a pyre In flames we desire We found our homes The rent our souls We marched for their demons, the men of four seasons