Empire Falls

A cold wind is blowing
 Through the graves it is blowing
 And it bares a poisoned tongue
 And the foul breath of deceit 

I am my fathers son
 And his deeds
 Cannot be undone... be undone 

You trade in his blood
 Writing your history
 In the sacrifices of the dead 

Where is the fighting man?
 Am I he?
 You would trade every truth
 For hollow victories 

Every empire will fall
 Every monument crumble
 Forgotten men who watch the centuries 

Whose silent words
 Rise up in betrayal
 We will rise up in betrayal 

Where is the fighting man?
 Am I he?
 You would trade every truth
 For hollow victories 

Every empire falls
 And the earth to ashes turn
 The lands of my birth
 Shall be my tomb 

The are the lands, the lands of my birth
 Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
 And when the sky should fall
 The earth to ashes turn
 Then you know they shall be my tomb 

Where is the fighting man?
 I am he
 You would trade every truth
 For hollow victories