Hail the destroyer,
King of winters grip,
Hail the destroyer,
Extinguisher of the sun
Hail the destroyer,
King of winters grip,
Hail the destroyer,
Extinguisher of the sun
All remains of humanity,
Shall be exhibited on a stake,
Rise my fallen brethren,
And mend my broken bones,
How many weapons must I create,
Just so you could snap my wings,
Soul devourer,
Become nothing.
Hail the destroyer,
King of winters grip,
Hail the destroyer,
Extinguisher of the sun
Why can't you mend my bones,
Shattered hand of chaos,
You spent, all this time, thinking you could cheat death,
There are no martyrs, there are no heroes,
It's all just false hope.
Yet we forge weapons made of glass,
And we fight soldiers carved in stone,
Tear my flesh apart, and leave my kin for flies.
There is nothing left for me, in this rotten wasteland,
That we once called home,
Now blackened by the light.
Solo (Claxton)
If we forge weapons made of glass,
And we fight soldiers carved in stone
Tear my flesh apart.
If we forge weapons made of glass,
And we fight soldiers carved in stone
Tear my flesh apart.
There is nothing left for me, in this rotten wasteland,
That we once called home,
Now blackened by the light.
Hail the destroyer,
King of winters grip,
Hail the destroyer,
Extinguisher of the sun
Hail the destroyer,
King of winters grip,
Hail the destroyer,
Extinguisher of the sun