Lyrics:

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

And I am my Fathers Son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone, be undone

And 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
For hollow victories

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

Whose silent words rise up
Rise up in betrayal
And we will rise up
Rise up in betrayal

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

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

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

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