Tomb of the Thracians

There is silence;
It is treasured most above the world and in space
It is an arcane ghost
Recognize it’s gorgeous face
Untouched by those
Who have befallen to the hands of hatred
Welcome to the Tombs of the Thracians
Barbaric accords and struggle aboard
«Oh Blasphemy! We cry
And it’s a blunder undoing this world
Standing higher than the mountains
Surrounding our decaying gates
We stay true to our cause
Like the few and honorable
Would have done to us in this world
There is silence;
It is treasured most above the world and in space
It is an arcane ghost
Recognize it’s gorgeous face
Untouched by those
Who have befallen to the hands of hatred
Walking down the city’s streets
We collaborate with words of revolution
And not without the words to;
The strength to talk in gold
Cherish what’s ours to come
Fight for this struggle won
And breathe for a united one
As we change the world
Cherish what’s ours to come
Fight for this struggle won
And breathe for a united one
Cherishing the Lost assort to the faces that I loathe
Cherish what’s ours to come
Fight for the struggle won
As we change this world without one gun