Empire Falls

A cold wind is blowing through the graves it is blowing and it bears a poisoned tongue and foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son and his deads cannot be undone... be undone you trade in his blood writing your history in the sacrifices of the dead where is the fighting man? am I he? you would trade every truth for hollow victories every empire will fall every monument crumble forgotten man who watch the centuries whose silent words rise up in betrayal we will rise up in betrayal where is the fighting man? am I he? you would trade every truth for hollow victories every empire falls and the earth to ashes turn the lands of my birth shall be my tomb these are the lands, the lands of my birth soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past and when the sky should fall the earth to ashes turn then you will know they shall be my tomb where is the fighting man? am I he? you would trade every truth for hollow victories