Chapter 7 Lyrics - Blind The Huntsmen

Standing tall by the river bend 

That will bleed to the sea 

She ponders 

Just as the estuary harbors the fight to break free 

The war paint on the benevolent 

Glows for her eyes to see 

They stand there 

And await her command 

As they clutch their swords and wield their shields 

As they hoist the sails and abandon the fields 

She prepares them for what they've all awaited for so long 

Time has come to hone the spears 

To embrace and prepare for the source of their fears 

For the true amalgamation of evil may have them live on only through song 

Gods, blow the wind to our sails 

Men, tip the end of the scales 

Rejoice (rejoice), remember this day as we sail to the sun 

αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE SKEE-EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN) 

May the shadows birth the dawn 

When her white eyes meets their gazes 

Their impulsive souls regain their ground 

Hope and valor fills their faces 

Even knowing each one of them may be there to drown 

Just a child, blind and frail 

But the leader the warrior huntsmen all hail 

For her eyes see the truth inside 

And the shadows have nowhere left to hide 

Great White Eyes 

We stand by your command 

Brave White Eyes 

We won't stop 'till there's no one left to stand 

Gods, blow the wind to our sails 

Men, tip the end of the scales 

Rejoice, remember this day as we sail to the sun 

αἱ σκιαὶ τὴν ἠῶ τέκοιεν (EYE SKEE-EYE TEN EH-O TEEK-TOY-EN) 

May the shadows birth the dawn 

Soft is the wind that gently rushes by her cheek 

And warm is the sun her soul had long been dying to seek 

But this tender embrace is in truth a bitter goodbye 

For they sail to the point where the clouds rip the sun right off the sky 

My Huntsmen 

Hoist the sails and brace for death 

Brave Huntsmen 

We will fight 'till the shadows take our last breath 

Rejoice, remember this day as we sail to the sun 

Mark this day as the day the final judgement's battle has begun