| Song | Limb from Limb |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Fortress |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
| In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
| Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
| Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
| For invading our front and she’ll stop the hammer fall | |
| Just know this place could burn us all | |
| We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
| So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
| Tonight beg before me and | |
| I’ll heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
| The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
| Do not beg before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
| Do not crawl before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| Son of flesh | |
| I cast you out | |
| Into exile for reverence | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| She is the forest, she is the rain | |
| She is the huntress, she is the | |
| She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
| She is the moon and she is the sun | |
| See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
| Bellow out in anger | |
| See her raise an infant fawn | |
| She is drawn by a | |
| God of sovereignty | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is gone |
| Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
| In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
| Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
| Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
| For invading our front and she' ll stop the hammer fall | |
| Just know this place could burn us all | |
| We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
| So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
| Tonight beg before me and | |
| I' ll heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
| The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
| Do not beg before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
| Do not crawl before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| Son of flesh | |
| I cast you out | |
| Into exile for reverence | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| She is the forest, she is the rain | |
| She is the huntress, she is the | |
| She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
| She is the moon and she is the sun | |
| See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
| Bellow out in anger | |
| See her raise an infant fawn | |
| She is drawn by a | |
| God of sovereignty | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is gone |
| Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
| In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
| Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
| Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
| For invading our front and she' ll stop the hammer fall | |
| Just know this place could burn us all | |
| We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
| So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
| Tonight beg before me and | |
| I' ll heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
| The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
| Do not beg before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| With your final words be grateful you die by | |
| Irish steel | |
| Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
| Do not crawl before me, | |
| I will not heed your appeal | |
| Son of flesh | |
| I cast you out | |
| Into exile for reverence | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| Flidais rides again | |
| She is the forest, she is the rain | |
| She is the huntress, she is the | |
| She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
| She is the moon and she is the sun | |
| See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
| Bellow out in anger | |
| See her raise an infant fawn | |
| She is drawn by a | |
| God of sovereignty | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is here, she is gone | |
| She is gone |