The Desolation of Ares
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โฑ๏ธ 8:08 duration
๐ ID: 2316207
๐ Lyrics
The scene where the battle took place
Now only whispers of that war remain
Through fen damp and glade deep
Crept the fog which was their bane
Harkee the pain
Welcome your death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
Ares strode unblemished and unseen
Weaving his magic and dark illusion
Upon a bloodied and wretched scene
Harkee the pain
Heralding death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
Though Ares had drove them to fight
A madness befell those who died
To know that their cruel hand and sword
Had slain their own brethren of yore
Now only whispers of that war remain
Through fen damp and glade deep
Crept the fog which was their bane
Harkee the pain
Welcome your death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
Ares strode unblemished and unseen
Weaving his magic and dark illusion
Upon a bloodied and wretched scene
Harkee the pain
Heralding death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
Though Ares had drove them to fight
A madness befell those who died
To know that their cruel hand and sword
Had slain their own brethren of yore
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:47.17] The scene where the battle took place
[00:54.88] Now only whispers of that war remain
[01:02.08] Through fen damp and glade deep
[01:09.30] Crept the fog which was their bane
[01:16.53] Harkee the pain
[01:20.17] Welcome your death and the silence it makes
[01:23.86] As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
[01:27.46] Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
[01:46.41] Blood, hate and fear are his tools
[01:52.74] Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
[02:00.02] The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
[02:08.18] To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
[02:15.41] Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
[02:21.75] Ares strode unblemished and unseen
[02:28.99] Weaving his magic and dark illusion
[02:36.23] Upon a bloodied and wretched scene
[02:43.50] Harkee the pain
[02:48.05] Heralding death and the silence it makes
[02:51.66] As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
[02:55.21] Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
[03:13.38] Blood, hate and fear are his tools
[03:20.57] Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
[03:27.89] The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
[03:35.01] To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
[03:41.30] Though Ares had drove them to fight
[06:14.22] A madness befell those who died
[06:18.89] To know that their cruel hand and sword
[06:24.26] Had slain their own brethren of yore
[06:30.52]
[00:54.88] Now only whispers of that war remain
[01:02.08] Through fen damp and glade deep
[01:09.30] Crept the fog which was their bane
[01:16.53] Harkee the pain
[01:20.17] Welcome your death and the silence it makes
[01:23.86] As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
[01:27.46] Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
[01:46.41] Blood, hate and fear are his tools
[01:52.74] Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
[02:00.02] The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
[02:08.18] To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
[02:15.41] Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
[02:21.75] Ares strode unblemished and unseen
[02:28.99] Weaving his magic and dark illusion
[02:36.23] Upon a bloodied and wretched scene
[02:43.50] Harkee the pain
[02:48.05] Heralding death and the silence it makes
[02:51.66] As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
[02:55.21] Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn
[03:13.38] Blood, hate and fear are his tools
[03:20.57] Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
[03:27.89] The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
[03:35.01] To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
[03:41.30] Though Ares had drove them to fight
[06:14.22] A madness befell those who died
[06:18.89] To know that their cruel hand and sword
[06:24.26] Had slain their own brethren of yore
[06:30.52]