...and Taketh Songtext
von Wounded Touch

I watched them fall upon the sword
Succumb to their own maladies
I′ve watched my heroes die
Every empowering word or song
A poor successor to the epitaph
Those of us still here
Unarmed and reveling the embers' scent
Recall the names of those melodies we lost
Death by a thousand cuts Survived by a thousand words
May stories where heroes die captivate us most
How can I find comfort
How do I reconcile
If the ones who most inspired triumph
Were also just flesh and blood?
Death by a thousand cuts
Survived by a thousand words
May stories where the heroes die at the end captivate us most