Текст (слова) песни: Hollenthon - Woe To The Defeated

Silence robs the mob its doctrine
While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe
Pointing fingers all acusing
Fading 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 near

Ever watchful fire breathing
Its orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faith
In unknown lair awaits the ember
Y Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings

[Repeat Chorus]

[lead: Schirenc/Schirenc/Barrett]

[Repeat Chorus]

Can you spare immortal tears?
Its murmur echoed far and near
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(Enrapture) Hinc Illae Lacrimae
(Homage) Magni Nominis Umbra
(Lure) Pallida Mors
(Premonition) Lex Talionis
(Reprisal) Malis Avibus
(Vestige) Non Omnis Moriar
Conquest Demise
Conspirator
Fire Upon The Blade
Lords Of Bedlam
The Calm Before The Storm
To Kingdom Come
Woe To The Defeated
Y Draig Goch