How Heavy This Axe

So many men have fallen

So many more must die

Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe

And though our limbs may 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

How heavy this axe

Burden carried from birth

Wrought in stygian visions

By the gods of the earth