The Trudge - Craven Idol

Tempters keys be mine to claim

Trudging on, every limb now lame

In iron, we are marching to die

Silent pipes, no anthems peal

Minds transfixed to our undying zeal

In iron, we are marching to die

So the trudge goes on

Deafened by the clamour of the gods

So the trudge goes on

Now to face the hammer of the odds

The blinding light strips us of will

Reverence;

for this we will kill

In Iron, we are ardent to die

Lifted is the hammer of the odds

Deafend by the clamour of the gods

Comprehend the reverberation of the words

Revert!

Revert!

Revert!

We are the lust of tyrants

The chilling breeze in the bitter night

Slayers of the queen of peace

Lord of fire set us alight!

We are the guiding light

It burns it burns our eyes

Blinded in noctambulist stride

Lord of fire set us alight!