To Die Is At Hand

[Music: Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann] Scoff at the bloodloss No feeling of repulsion Grabbing at insanity Life is your illusion You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Stand firm upon battlements Many fall orders followed Weak die embarrassment Heroes' names are hallowed To die alone in terror Many die in horror Bodies clutch together For peace to try and restore You will die, I will not cry I will live, you will not You will die, I will not cry Black expands dying's at hand Plans are laid, bodies displayed Lands are taken, bones are breaking