| Song | II |
| Artist | October Falls |
| Album | Sarastus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded | |
| The yesterdays are hailed with open arms | |
| Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old | |
| And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead | |
| No blood will be shed for the fallen, no seeds will evolve | |
| No bridges ahead, all burned and for nothing | |
| Where are the books that were written with that blood? | |
| Hidden inside and forgotten, betrayed by their nations | |
| The end of the nation, the cultural genocide | |
| Where the path leads beyond the redemption, through the bones to the dust | |
| The thirst of the nature’s darkest womb, a heritage of blood | |
| Horns of the certain end, howling for the endless flames to rage |
| The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded | |
| The yesterdays are hailed with open arms | |
| Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old | |
| And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead | |
| No blood will be shed for the fallen, no seeds will evolve | |
| No bridges ahead, all burned and for nothing | |
| Where are the books that were written with that blood? | |
| Hidden inside and forgotten, betrayed by their nations | |
| The end of the nation, the cultural genocide | |
| Where the path leads beyond the redemption, through the bones to the dust | |
| The thirst of the nature' s darkest womb, a heritage of blood | |
| Horns of the certain end, howling for the endless flames to rage |
| The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded | |
| The yesterdays are hailed with open arms | |
| Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old | |
| And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead | |
| No blood will be shed for the fallen, no seeds will evolve | |
| No bridges ahead, all burned and for nothing | |
| Where are the books that were written with that blood? | |
| Hidden inside and forgotten, betrayed by their nations | |
| The end of the nation, the cultural genocide | |
| Where the path leads beyond the redemption, through the bones to the dust | |
| The thirst of the nature' s darkest womb, a heritage of blood | |
| Horns of the certain end, howling for the endless flames to rage |