The Last

Their pursuit of my so called demons
Will they ever succeed
I pity the gods for putting life in me
To vanquish the other, to give them my trust
We are shepherds facing tyrants
Stand beside me and we will prevail
We are the last of our kind
Of our kind
To flee like a coward
Or stand our ground
The roads are separate
And our path shall burn
Our path shall burn
You will burn
We are shepherds facing tyrants
Stand beside me and we will prevail
We are the last of our kind
We spread our wings, they won’t keep us from flying
Stand beside me, tonight we prevail