Woe To The Defeated lyrics

Silence robs the mob its doctrine While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe Pointing fingers all acusing Fading dust of ages into a night of stone [Chorus:] Whispers Solace, vae victis Can you spare immortal tears? Whispers Solace, vae victis Its murmur echoed far and near Ever watchful fire breathing Its orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faith In unknown lair awaits the ember Y Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings [Repeat Chorus] [lead: Schirenc/Schirenc/Barrett] [Repeat Chorus] Can you spare immortal tears? Its murmur echoed far and near