The Call to Arms - Xerath
Summoned to the call of arms
You've prayed for it to come
For so long it's been your will
To turn your hand to the trigger
Words got to mean so little
Appeasement to silence the anger
Now beyond any tolerance for peace
It is our will
To destroy the lesser people
Like us you breath
Under fire
We're almost the same
No more ways
To know your place
To see beyond your days
No more ways
To know your place
To see beyond your days
Under fire
We're almost the same
The same the same the same the same
Summoned to the call of arms
You've prayed for it to come
For so long it's been your will
To turn your hand to the trigger
Bullets can always
Break the silence
Where before lies
Indifference and pain
Silence
Spirit
It is our will to diminish
Your spirits and Gods