Black Moth کے بول

Here we are under the stars Empty as dead brothers in arms Through straw and mud the clay and blood The law of the claw the claw of god Awaiting the sun that herald of fire Trenches deep deep in the mire Never leave without honour within Brothers in arms take care of your kin A coal black moth to take their place Wrapped in snow and twilight faith Preparing for the undertow A laying of flowers where the willed winds blow In the dead of night in the eye of the storm Drugged by the incense of a bloody dawn Here we are under the stars Empty as dead brothers in arms