Tyrants

[Rettke] When the fire is over and you're down on the ground you are searching the daylight but it just can't be found what's the sense of this madness you don't know those rules war is only a game...

Armoured horses gloves of steel Silverblades... time to reveal We're the tyrants that guard the land Proud upon our gilded thrones Servants of... our great ancestors Who guarded the gates... to...

The noise that breaks the sleep, it's deep calling the deep The ship goes up and down All the curtains drawn, the lamps are early on On top, a hundred dawns The day we stayed inside, the trunks began...