Sword (The) - How Heavy This Axe lyrics

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So many men have fallen So many more must die Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe And through our limbs may be weary of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe Burden carried from birth Wrought in Stygian visions By the gods of the earth Upon the hallowed mountain The gods convene To mourn the death of our ancient queen Keepers of sacred fire Awaken from your sleep Drink from the cup of memory