Lost To The Void

THEY WHERE CROSSED BY THE FORCES

THAT FILLED THEM WITH FEAR

NOTHING BUT GHOSTS OF FOOLS REMAIN HERE

ORDERED TO STAND PROUD, OBEY, AND SHED NO TEARS

EVEN WHEN THE END IS NEAR

THEIR MINDS WHERE OBSCURED BY STATUES OF FORCE

DELUSIONS OF VICTORY AS THEY MARCH FORTH

DIE FOR THE FLAG THAT COVERS THEIR CORPSE

KILL FELLOW MEN AND FEEL NO REMOSE

GLORIOUS SONS OF KINGDOMS TO COME

LOST TO THE VOID

LEST WE FORGET, THEY HAD FATES MET

LOST AHH AHH AHH

THEY LIVED BY THE SWORD YET DIED BY COMMAND

A PAWN IN THE GAME, A FOOL IN THE PLAN

THEIR COMRAD IN ARMS LAY FACE DOWN IN MUD

TO CARRY ILLUSIONS WITH THEIR OWN BLOOD

THEY LIVED BY THE SWORD YET DIED BY COMMAND

A PAWN IN THE GAME, A FOOL IN THE PLAN

THEIR COMRAD IN ARMS LAY FACE DOWN IN MUD

TO CARRY ILLUSIONS WITH THEIR OWN BLOOD

A HATRED THAT BURNS DEEP IN THEIR VEINS

ONE KILLS ANOTHER, IT'S ALL JUST THE SAME

A SOLDIER'S LAMENT, A LAST BATTLE CRY

NOTHING BUT SILENCE WHERE THE DEAD LIE