How Heavy This Axe

So many men have fallen

So many more must die

Cut down like wheat beneath a scytheAnd though our limbs maybe weary

Of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows

We face an endless host of foesHow heavy this axe

Burden carried from birth

Wrought in Stygian visions

By the gods of the earthUpon the hallowed mountain

The gods convene

To mourn the death of our ancient queenKeepers of sacred fire

Awaken from your sleep

Drink from the cup of memoryHow heavy this axe

Burden carried from birth

Wrought in Stygian visions

By the gods of the earth