Dirge from Dirge by Vendel

Freeborn behold through mist thick and cold
Holding last breath i lay.
Call thou from afar, lit by algid stars
Amid nowherelands, doomed to die.
Lost and forlorn, we all die unknown
Praised by none, for good we all gone
Unbowed my head, here's our last stand
Come hither and lo, no one fled!
Bathed in blood, fallen wounded hard
This crimson soil our deathbed
Brought hither by doom, for fame left no room
No witness retelling our feats.
Neither song nor word of storming spear and sword
To sweaten blood - bitter defeat
Will be risen no stone for the fallen alone
Fallen from grace, still sing in death's face
So here we all stay, where ends our fate
Through death with no dismay, to the golden gate

• Metal
• doom metal
• heavy metal
• Moscow