Lyrics The Trudge - Craven Idol

The Trudge

Tempters keys be mine to claim
Trudging on, every limb now lame
In iron, we are marching to die
Silent pipes, no anthems peal
Minds transfixed to our undying zeal
In iron, we are marching to die
So the trudge goes on
Deafened by the clamour of the gods
So the trudge goes on
Now to face the hammer of the odds
The blinding light strips us of will
Reverence;
for this we will kill
In Iron, we are ardent to die
Lifted is the hammer of the odds
Deafend by the clamour of the gods
Comprehend the reverberation of the words
Revert!
Revert!
Revert!
We are the lust of tyrants
The chilling breeze in the bitter night
Slayers of the queen of peace
Lord of fire set us alight!
We are the guiding light
It burns it burns our eyes
Blinded in noctambulist stride
Lord of fire set us alight!