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Let The Fools Cheer

This song is by Rumpelstiltskin Grinder.

When prophecies speak of victory
There is still a need to fear
May the gluttons fill their plates
May the crowds of fools cheer

A southern fire rises
From the bay of Buccaneers
Who despite the hell spawned winds
Decided not to stop here

In the face of defeat we fought
No excuse we make
Our time was bled away
With everything at stake

Abandoned veteran
Of a doomed crusade
An eagle's last flight
To take away our faith

Bodies will rot
Through bodies I wade
We have seen heroes
Bleeding every day

Running from a curse
That will never go away
The wind blows coldest here
The ground itself is dead

Most vermin died here early
As the bigger rats were fed
Nowhere left to go now
The best we still can't trust

Tear down my kingdom
I will spit on the dust

Written by:

Patrick Battaglia; Ryan Geoffrey Moll; Matthew Moore; Shawn Josef Riley; Stephen Elias Shaika

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