Codeword Uprising Songtext
von Orphaned Land

Go!
Thy castles we shall storm
Hierarchy of light is taking form
The moon is full as dawn is born
Strike fear, all units act as one
The sacred line of our men
Hours is the path of light
We touch a true superior fire power
Mirrors shall crack, now is the hour

Sinking grave
Thy dark caress
In the deep I await
I still, I still


Raging gods like a hurricane
A holy fire burns in your mind
God is perceived as the signal so fine
Murders of human and criminal voice
Sons and daughters of the divine
In thy celestial realm
Now humanity let′s get fulfilled
Do not forget you know what you have felt
The destiny light of the leader revealed, light

We are the terrorists of light
Shadows that haunt the innermost depths of your soul unseen to most
We are the stars that shine so bright
Shall not live under dominion, shall not lay down our elbows bent

Out!
These iron shields are raised
And brothers together we stand
Holding our ground, no quarter is given, no quarter is asked
Enter the fray, fight all for gain, all for freedom not men
Storming the walls of ancient stone
Seven times around
Till they crush to the ground
In a thunderous sound
Our brothers that strayed to the blood of the dead
Remember the fallen ones
And souls of the dead
Memories linger of these wars
In which we fought and bled


Sinking grave
Thy endless reign
In the deep it waits
I still, I still

I am broken, see it clear
Our time to return, our beacon so near
God is within us so why we all fear?
The ending of light is the ending of fear
Our sons and daughters shall end up with tears
In thy delirium
Know what you feel and the weight that forgives
Do not forget the world which you believe
In the desire and in the storm which is inside

We are the terrorists of light
Prometheus to all conscious tender
Ideals shall not be denied
We are the stars that shine so bright
Outside no matter what
The yin and the yang intertwined
Light and magic and dark and watching the earth
As the fires grow
In the face of the world
We are the blood that pumps and flows

Shadows reflected on fallen worlds
When the beacon is lit
Flask, speak me well
I am the voice for the spirits
Enter the sacrament
Lead us not to a path of deceit