On the moors a new day has come Marching forward - the Legion as one Fighting for this great land with our toil until the last of us sleep in the soil Are we doomed to live... (and Darkness reign) or will we die defending the Light? (and follow the freedom call) Baptized in fire, blood and gore heroes are born to fight and fall Brought up by mourning souls who've lost their loved ones to the war Father and son, king and pawn Each will succumb before the dawn But until the curtain falls... by God, They War the Fallen Lords Long ago, a legend was born into darkness, a world raped and torn by the creatures that reigned in his age He'd prevail in the war he would wage And his deeds redeemed (our barren land) Then he died or vanished away (soon to return again) I recall the hero of the world breaking the creatures' reign ...now I watch him lead the fallen lords and destruction veils our kind again Baptized in fire, blood and gore heroes are born to fight and fall Brought up by mourning souls who've lost their loved ones to the war Father and son, king and pawn Each will succumb before the dawn But until the curtain falls... by God, They War the Fallen Lords Are all our tries a real chance to redeem this godforsaken land? Are all our dreams mere reverie? Baptized in fire, blood and gore ...lost to the war Baptized in fire, blood and gore heroes are born to fight and fall Brought up by mourning souls who've lost their loved ones to the war Father and son, king and pawn Each will succumb before the dawn But until the curtain falls... by God, They War the Fallen Lord