Testo di Bastion

Unproven ground Yet old is the woe between us Cast in bone Is this the sum of hatred crossed? Thus You pile them high, your sired sins And they rank a legion Wretched whores you shrove To the very heavens Arched red rimmed above Ramparts raised As mask held before the fate Argeirt draped Yet hounds they bay forsaken gate Thus Braced walls of lie, your vesper skins Fear holds swords leaden Come the dark, horizons low From the very heavens Ash to fall like snow None stands with you None falls with you None Alone you will stand Alone you will fall Alone