Echoes Of Battle Lyrics - Singles - Caladan Brood

There is a deep pathos here 

A monumental sorrow 

Blood has stained this ground 

The very land itself a barrow 

The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages 

The moon shines on old dunes, awakening ancient hatreds 

Swords held high to the desert sky at such great a cost 

Standards fly above funeral pyres 

Victory and loss 

We are strong, but when the day is done we are left bereaved 

Marching on to the battle drum 

Triumph and defeat 

Behold the storming flood of iron 

Destruction wrought there upon the field 

A host of warriors fall, never to return 

Their epitaph a song of steel 

Empires built upon the bones of those who stood beside us 

The sun has set eternally into the dark 

And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and brothers 

The iron heart of glory beats a hollow dirge 

The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on 

The Wolves of Winter rise and howl for honour's debt 

The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers 

The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of death 

There is a deep pathos here 

A monumental sorrow 

Blood has stained this ground 

The very land itself a barrow