Warriors and Saints 歌词

No agreements, or common grounds Just fallen empires, with broken crowns The streets are vacant, no life to be found But what's the point to rule, when there's no one left around? The tyranny of freedom, the choices all at hand Are left to be decided by the wealthy and the grand This reign of evil must soon be taken down Justice soon will be done All forsaken must believe Warriors and saints defending honor Fighting for the equity of man These warriors I follow with a blind faith Deep into the trenches of the final battle Risen from the ashes, a man of mortal soul Has taken it upon himself to defend the young and old Their cries for guidance will not be overheard Warriors and saints defending honor Fighting for the equity of man These warriors I follow with a blind faith Deep into the trenches of the final battle