The Damned

	Render a sight late in the night and carry the story in time
	With our fate stayed on your mind
	To carry the price of solemn advice
	To cherish and pray for a roll of the dice
	And to bear truth to his sign
	Morrow wind, herald of sorrow
	Bless this sleeping kind
	Across the plains the winds of tomorrow
	Bear with them a tainted soul
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	From coast to coast, from land to land
	Tearing in twain on the weakest of strandsand
	I know, nowhere to go
	The sky is dark, the clockwork is turning
	As the sun goes down
	And all around the crosses are burning
	And with them our last best hope
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	Over the fields slain to a mandestiny played on the weakest of handsand the poor souls made to burn
	And on these grounds the power the wicked
	Bear within has gained control
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	Free of the sand never forgiving
	Always on guard it’s gone too far
	Here there be dragons and here are the damned

	Render a sight late in the night and carry the story in time
	With our fate stayed on your mind
	To carry the price of solemn advice
	To cherish and pray for a roll of the dice
	And to bear truth to his sign
	Morrow wind, herald of sorrow
	Bless this sleeping kind
	Across the plains the winds of tomorrow
	Bear with them a tainted soul
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	From coast to coast, from land to land
	Tearing in twain on the weakest of strandsand
	I know, nowhere to go
	The sky is dark, the clockwork is turning
	As the sun goes down
	And all around the crosses are burning
	And with them our last best hope
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	Over the fields slain to a mandestiny played on the weakest of handsand the poor souls made to burn
	And on these grounds the power the wicked
	Bear within has gained control
	Here are the damned awaiting the living
	The bringer of war, the dawn is no more
	To carry the strife with the way of the sword
	Free of the sand never forgiving
	Always on guard it' s gone too far
	Here there be dragons and here are the damned