Hollenthon - Woe To The Defeated Lyrics
Silence robs the mob its doctrineWhile fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foePointing fingers all acusingFading dust of ages into a night of stone[Chorus:]Whispers Solace, "vae victis"Can you spare immortal tears?Whispers Solace, "vae victis"Its murmur echoed far and nearEver watchful fire breathingIts orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faithIn unknown lair awaits the emberY Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings[Repeat Chorus][lead: SchirencSchirencBarrett][Repeat Chorus]Can you spare immortal tears?Its murmur echoed far and near