Upon The Morn (feat. Stan Notte)

The ghostly sky, the waves that crash the shore
Dark silhouettes that play upon my dreams
But in my mind, I found a way
Through the darkest times I prayed
Let the light of new born hope dawn the day
As I stand here right now, and faith rekindles anew
I stop and I think of what next I should do
Where once fear had reigned
Courage springs so intense
I look at my men, then stare with intent
"Chaos and pain, they are nothing to you!
Glory awaits for us, the steadfast, the true!"
And the drums they sound
As the arrows flew
The soldiers charge
With the swords they drew
Neath the moon, and the eerie cold twilight
Flames that haunt the night
Fires burning, banners torn
Death comes upon the morn
Death comes upon the morn
Death comes and how we mourn
The rays of sun, the birds that break the day
Fallen friends that lie in rest eternally
We speak the old cliché
"A great victory!" we say
Our countless, silent dead, the price to pay
We tell our grand tales, the heroic acts of our brave
And criticize our foes, their vile deeds so depraved
It's all – "We are the good, they are the bad"
They – always wrong
We – always right
But the sunrise this morning, it has shed a new light
And I see oh so clearly, that for all we condemn
That emblems and flags are the only way we differ from them
And the drums they sound
As the arrows flew
The soldiers charge
With the swords they drew
Neath the moon, and the eerie cold twilight
Flames that haunt the night
Fires burning, banners torn
Death comes upon the morn
Emblems and flags, the only way we differ from them
Emblems and flags, the only way we differ from them
Emblems and flags, the only way we differ from them