Dying

• 專輯：Jonny
• 發行：2023-10-13
• 演唱：The Drums

Intro：
Daylight breaks the sky, rise up to your feet, grab your sword and shield.
We are the last of this dying breed.
Verse 1:
On to the front lines we will ride.
Our soldiers battle sword to sword against their men.
Our blood is spilt and flesh is torn from our side;
With the taste of victory on our tongues;
Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the ground.
Onto the bridge we march-they're walls must all come down.
As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.
Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying breed.
Chorus:
A Change in the wind on the northern front.
Give nothing to no one.
We tear down the sky and seal our fate.
Through glory we live on.
Verse 2:
The roar of battle drives us on.
With beating war drums in our ears.
Without fear of death we can never fail.
I've earned my honor with this axe I wield.
Charging past the swarms of swordsmen battling on the ground.
Onto the bridge we march-they're walls must all come down.
As we catch the smell of victory, the bodies pile thick.
Blood soaked bodies and foaming mouths: the last of a dying breed.