Aviators - Lowborn lyrics

Not far away lies a storm to the north Whispers of winter as d**h marches forth Honor means nothing when war is unfair We've come here to battle and return to nowhere Kings die like peasants, with no one to mourn There's blood in these hills from the battles forlorn Wolves in the shadows drag pieces away I've nothing to lose, with no debts left to pay Faces, erased like a dream The gods have not listened Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams Places, where we have no name A man of no house is a man without masters to shame Strangers, we're bound by despair A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir Dangers, from ever cold sky A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die Vengeance igniting the fire in my blood Paths of destruction, by sword and by flood Fed to the vultures were friends and good men Pursuit of dominion, the game never ends Queens k** for power, and lords fight for gold A wraith dressed in armor still lies in the cold Followed by brethren with loyalty mine Hunted by thieves of a purer bloodline Faces, erased like a dream The gods have not listened Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams Places, where we have no name A man of no house is a man without masters to shame Strangers, we're bound by despair A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir Dangers, from ever cold sky A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die (A place for the lowborn to die) I have seen heaven, or some kind of hell The source of my burden, the space that I dwell There's no one to save us, the heroes are dead The songs of our children are silent instead Of ice and of fire, the stories we write We rise from the ashes, attack in the night The kingdom forsaken, by fate may it be A cage with no room for the lowborn like me Faces, erased like a dream The gods have not listened Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams Places, where we have no name A man of no house is a man without masters to shame Strangers, we're bound by despair A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir Dangers, from ever cold sky A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die (A place for the lowborn to die!...) (A place for the lowborn to die!...) Not far away lies a storm to the north Whispers of winter as d**h marches forth Honor means nothing when war is unfair We've come here to battle and return to nowhere