Rumpelstiltskin Grinder - Let The Fools Cheer lyrics

When prophecies speak of victory

There is still a need to fear

May the gluttons fill their plates

May the crowds of fools cheer

A southern fire rises

From the bay of Buccaneers

Who despite the hell spawned winds

Decided not to stop here

In the face of defeat we fought

No excuse we make

Our time was bled away

With everything at stake

Abandoned veteran

Of a doomed crusade

An Eagles last flight

To take away our faith

Bodies will rot, through bodies I wade!

We have seen heroes

Bleeding every day

Running from a curse

That will never go away

The wind blows coldest here

The ground itself is dead

Most vermin died here early

As the bigger rats were fed

Nowhere left to go now

The best we still can't trust

Tear down my kingdom

I will spit on the dust