Watching from a distance The strangeness of their fate Their deaths put my life to shame But we? do we feel ashamed? Are we ugly with grief?
Honour me Savagely A dead youth A sacred fever A chest still swollen with hope Feed these lands with dead men We serve their cult in secret Our hearts are heavy Our sense of sin From a distant impossible past We sing the love of danger Of unconditional loyalty Of blind devotion?
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