The Sound of What We Are - Irma

Ancient vows, to order kneel A warden's call to blood and steel Legion lines to shield the frail Behind the plate and mail Cast from our place Now further from grace We fall Strike for your honor We are war! Strife in the age of wolves Strike for your honor We are war! Fight till the fields are full Titans tall will smash the walls Still worthy of Valhalla's halls Storm the land and raid the shores A nation born of war Oaken of soul We've broken the bones Of all Strike for your honor We are war! Strife in the age of wolves Strike for your honor We are war! Fight till the fields are full Plates ever pull Cracks in the armour upon the world Howls of the wolves Stones bear the lingering scars of a thousand years Saints of the bloody blade Quick is the sliver and deep is the wound Minds of a fallen age Chosen to suffer the bringers of doom Wisdom and wind And power from within we call Strike for your honor We are war! Strife in the age of wolves Strike for your honor We are war! Fight till the fields are full Plates ever pull Cracks in the armour upon the world Howls of the wolves Stones bear the lingering scars of a thousand years We are war!

Given the circumstances I won't ask you to stay Given the circumstances I would get it if you walked away But all my life, I've been looking for this It seems fitting that things go to hell now that I've found it I don't think we're wasting time, but if you do, I'm sorry I can see a life with you, but if you can't, I'm sorry If four months mean nothing If none of it counts for something, then I'm sorry Oh, if spending every night in your bed Has no meaning, then what are we? Just a sorry excuse for love? Love Lately, the world is ending So I won't ask for too much Lately, the world is ending And I find that I pretend to be okay with too much But all my life, I've been looking for this Real funny that things go to hell now that I found it I don't think we're wasting time, but if you do, I'm sorry I can see a life with you, but if you can't, I'm sorry If four months mean nothing If none of it counts for something, then I'm sorry Oh, if spending every night in your bed Has no meaning, then what are we? Just a sorry excuse for love? Love A sorry excuse for love