War Spirits

War Spirits sing and Battle Souls cry
 Forever they'll live
 Though their Bodies have died
 Wolves signal Storms
 As they howl in the Night
 They strengthen our Might
 When Days are forlorn
 Good Friends good Times!
 Divinity defiled
 In the Darkness i bleed
 A Blasphemous Discipline
 Upon which i would feed
 The People declared
 That i would be the One
 Who would venture to the Stars
 And bow to none
 Those who sought the Dawn became so hollow
 They feared to follow the crimson Shadow
 The Path of the Poet
 The Fist in the Skull
 The Will of the Ancients
 Bow to Vesperia
 Big Son of a Bitch
 We have grown so weak with Longing
 For a Life far gone we were strong
 But now surrounded by Corpses and Horses
 And the Shadow of the Westerman
 An Era when the Blind sing the Sylvan Songs
 They speak of Days long since gone
 And after we have left this World
 The Ferriman will guide us Home