We March

The eagle soars,

This leads to war,
The knives and shields march,
Against a barely standing arch,
We march!
The phones have died,
The bombers - they fly,
The shots are all live,
We are all knives,
For the hands that command.
But I will not stand,
Will not face your demands,
The sum equals none,
The guns weigh a tonne,
In a young mans hands.
The eagle soars,
This leads to war,
The knives and shields march,
Against a barely standing arch,
We fight!
To their doom,
No more room,
With the light of the moon,
Is the dawn coming soon?

Its foretold on the runes.

Through the fire and the flames,
An era of pain,
Strike after strike,
Dive upon the spike,
We will undo.
The eagle soars,
This leads to war,
The knives and shields march,
Against a barely standing arch,
We crawl!
The hearth is ashes,
The blade full of scratches,
Beaten and shot,
I fear alls for naught.
They are all dead,
The floor stained red,
All we have bled,
The world has lost its head
All hearts filled with dread