Bloodlines - October Falls

Where are the gallows for these traitors

Where are the stones to cast against

Some share regrets, some still stand tall

No shame in their eyes, no glimpse of pride

Where are the children, to be hanged among them

To harvest and erase their seed and the bloodline

Their plague of a coming age

To seek their siblings, to find their fathers

And to cut down the tree, where their betrayal seeds

Enslave their brothers and take their strength

And to gather their mothers and make them relent

Their plague of a coming age

No mercy, no tears, no remorse, only the determination

As without a struggle, there’s no victory

And without victims, there’s no history