Iratus Vir - Thy Strength Applied

Yearning for the light of starlit skies
With boiling blood and hollow eyes

This is the season of lies
The harvest is a bounty of pain
Those who stand against the tide
Are cut down like grain

My soul aches from the pain
That has been wrought
Can it ever be stopped?

Arise, my son
Grab thine sword

Is this my fate
Id give my life
To you

Arise, my son
Be filled with pride
Wipe those tears from your hollow eyes
Grab thine sword
I'm at your side
Show them all thy strength applied!

Written by:
Robert Herrera

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