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Iron Guard

GenresEpic Doom Metal, Heavy Metal
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Iron Fist / Iron Will Lyrics

1. Iron Fist / Iron Will (9:56)
These men left an altar of glory on their lands,
That we have raised ourselves to defend
But though they died They indeed are not dead,
for their courage elevates them in splendor,

We awaken unto the eternal battle,
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.
and honor the flame of our fathers.
We hail the blood of our kin,
and recall that there are only two paths,
that lead to our everlasting destiny

Kneel before the majesty and might,
and cast a stoic glane upon our primeval progenitor,
Persevere in the purity which destroys the effeminate maledictions,
and finally storm the internal gateways that lead to victory

A Hostile virility becomes corporeal manifestation
The will to create anew, that which once was,
And shall eternally be again, Pro Patria, Pro Infinito

Our citadel may fall, but not the honor we shield
And though quietly we wait, with our rusted swords,
And fallen blood, each of these speaks silently in granular dispassion,
The Purveyor of a unity, through which our race shall once more become divine.
For we shall not fear the black mists of death, nor the arrow that flies by day

Neither shall the armies akin remain embattled, standard to standard, spear to spear
Nor eagle to eagle, for the shadow that culminates shall insinuate our furies vengeance.

Sustain the beating wave of the assault and you will cross the thresholds of virtue
And Though the fig tree do not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail, and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls,
I shall rejoice in the song of my fathers, And slake the soil with my blood in their name

And he who so falls and loses his life,
blessing with honor his city, his father, and all his people,
with wounds in his chest, where the spear that he was facing has transfixed
that massive guard of his shield, and gone through his breastplate as well,
why, such a man is lamented alike by the young and the elders,
and all his city goes into mourning and grieves for his loss.
His tomb is pointed to with pride, and so are his children,
and his children's children, and afterward all the race that is his.

Go, stranger, and to our forefathers tell
That here, obedient to their word, we fell.
Submitted by level Rousseau (2017-05-12)
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