Wooden - Warfield Lyrics

On the fields they stand
No trials no peace
The grass will lead their way
On their thrones they stay
No eyes no ears
Diggers of their grave
Their time will come
To be afraid
And to start to count the days
Rise again from slumber
For your strength is in number
And dust will write this day
March as one
For the goal in mind
Break the chains placed upon your kind
A prophecy never been more true
For you are many and they are few
For you are the many and they are the few
Stand your ground no turning back now
Feel the cries of men beside you
Open fire liberating
March towards a raging thunder
Endless waves of rightful warriors
Walls of justice falling over
Hierarchs turning voices rising
You can hear the soldiers chanting