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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Beneath Istvaan's skies, where the betrayed hearts bleed,
In shadows cast by treachery, our spirits concede.
Brothers in arms, now torn asunder,
A massacre's echo, a thunderous blunder.
Brother my brother.
Hook:
Istvaan, where loyalty’s trust turned to Horror,
In a blood-red dusk, you destroy your Honour!
The stars weep sorrow, in twilight’s lust,
For Istvan’s lost, in treachery's thrust.
Chorus:
Oh, Istvaan, your soil, with crimson sorrow stained,
A tide of despair, where integrity was maimed.
Where valor fell and darkness seized its throne,
In the broken remnants of honor’s groan.
Our hearts are broken!
Verse 2:
The sky ablaze, a portent of our plight,
Where valor's dawn succumbed to endless night.
Cries for justice drowned in betrayal's fire,
A legacy charred in deception's Ire.
Brother my brother.
Hook:
Istvaan, where loyalty’s trust turned to Horror,
In a blood-red dusk, you destroy your Honour!
The stars weep sorrow, in twilight’s lust,
For Istvan’s lost, in treachery's thrust.
Bridge:
Silent whispers haunt the void’s abyss,
Of warriors' honor, in betrayal's kiss.
Their legacy etched in the cosmic wail,
A sorrowful dirge, where hope did pale.
Verse 3:
In memory’s hold, the anguish thrives,
A testament to the fallen, their wasted lives.
Galactic wheels turn, yet this wound prevails,
A scar eternal, where valor fails.
Brother my brother.
Hook:
Istvaan, where loyalty’s trust turned to Horror,
In a blood-red dusk, you destroy your Honour!
The stars weep sorrow, in twilight’s lust,
For Istvan’s lost, in treachery's thrust.
Chorus:
Oh, Istvaan, your soil, with crimson sorrow stained,
A tide of despair, where integrity was maimed.
Where valor fell and darkness seized its throne,
In the broken remnants of honor’s groan.
Our hearts are broken!
Outro:
Beneath the cosmos, echoes persist,
Of loyalty’s fall in the bloodied mist.
Istvaan, your name forever mourned,
In time’s annals, a wound well-worn.
Vengeance will be ours!
END.
13 окт 2024
