Letra de Woe To The Defeated - Hollenthon

Silence robs the mob its doctrine
While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe
Pointing fingers all acusing
Fading dust of ages into a night of stone

Whispers Solace, vae victis
Can you spare immortal tears?
Whispers Solace, vae victis
Its murmur echoed far and near

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Ever watchful fire breathing
Its orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faith
In unknown lair awaits the ember
Y Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings

Can you spare immortal tears?
Its murmur echoed far and near