They made an early form Adorn within the valley of roseless thorns They followed even oddly in war For peace was never thought to implore All was ever wanted Nothing less, nothing more
The souls upon a feat Worn within the valley of roseless thorns They cowered on the eve of reward For power and glory weren't in store All the kings and armies Fall under one accord
In thе end, what was all of this for? In the end, what was all of this for? All of this for, all of this for All of this for, all of this for All of this for, all of this for All of this for