The Maiden of Sorrows
Oh her voice like thunder and a tongue to drown the throat of war. with her last breath she hath called you, her last hope.
when the world is shaken and driven to madness who shall stand?
when the souls of the oppressed fight against the lords who rage, who shall stand?
when the Hands of fury comes from the thrown’s of the gods and the fronts of the continents drive the nations to war together who Shall stand
when sin claps his brad wings over the battle and sails rejoicing in a flood of death and souls are thrown to everlasting fire and fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain oh who shall stand?
who shall answer her call.