Victory Has 1000 Fathers, Defeat Is an Orphan

Your flesh calls to the funeral pyre
As far as the eye can see
The horizon on fire
He who hunts alongside beasts may become their prey
The hunter becomes the hunted
As the darkest night follows the shortest day

Victory has one thousand fathers, defeat is an orphan

Vultures wheel high in the sky
Calling to the carrion kind
Devoured by time

Make your pilgrimage to the ghosts of loss
Every martyr follows another
To the great tomb in the sky
We are devoured by time

Victory has one thousand fathers, defeat is an orphan
Victory has