Lyrics
we are ardent to die
The chilling breeze in the bitter night, we are ardent to die, so the trudge goes on
Every limb now lame, so the trudge goes on, we are marching to die
it burns it burns our eyes
Deafend by the clamour of the gods, so the trudge goes on, the chilling breeze in the bitter night
Silent pipes, blinded in noctambulist stride, the blinding light strips us of will
the blinding light strips us of will
Blinded in noctambulist stride, we are the guiding light
it burns it burns our eyes
Reverence for this we will kill, it burns it burns our eyes
Now to face the hammer of the odds, we are marching to die, we are marching to die
we are the guiding light
Lord of fire set us alight, lord of fire set us alight, every limb now lame
comprehend the reverberation of the words
Tempters keys be mine to claim, so the trudge goes on Craven, we are the guiding light
silent pipes
we are marching to die
Lifted is the hammer of the odds, it burns it burns our eyes Trudge, we are ardent to die
Deafend by the clamour of the gods, reverence for this we will kill
reverence for this we will kill
we are marching to die