Their reign is over, siege subsides
Forced to regress, submitted by the west
Nothing left but a stray battalion
Patched together with teenage fodder
At this meridian they will fight and perish
Loose stones against a relentless river tide
The gallant final charge
The premature harvest burns
A song plays and a final cigarette is shared
Before confrontation, before the final curtain
Glittering, golden youth, torn apart,
limb from limb
Sons and daughters of Europe, erased
Bequeathed a legacy of tyranny, and left to defend it
A campaign pushed too far, a war against the world
Defeat through invasion, the time’s at hand
A would-be empire crumbles, in the grip of allied might
The final charge runs out
Into a wave of bullets and fire
Righteous vengeance arrived to reap
The young crop, left at home
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024