No Dole for the Blest by Wrathblade Lyrics

Tis silent and whishted all, on my ears tho' thine cries still claim
Thy splendour in the hall, thine image's sparklin'

Lest myriad worlds forget, metal hearts are allied and ound
The plight we wore in full, we wear it still in token o' fellowship

Metal warrior
Star of the brave
Metal warrior
Thy ray is not pale

Fare thee well! Oh man, fare to our brothers, reunite!
Go! Grasp th'ebon lord, go! Gain thine aim

Dance forth, bang thy head, give Lord Belial his due
Though, uncompromising still, the Master frowns, the fighter shines

No dole for the blest
The man, the hero, an inspiration
No mourning for the blest
The warrior's deeds coruscate like gems
No dole for the blest
Never weep, nor wail
Come hither, my fellow man
Das all the teardrops from your eyes
Taste the mansuete breeze
Raise thy cup even amidst thy bale
Lull thy fashous thoughts
Expulse all dreariment from the mind
To heavens lift thine eyes
The doughty hero us imbue with worthiness

Thus fares he still in our self nourished mind, a true companion, and great too
Although we are severely pressed y heavy awes and doubtance
Our countenance is wreathed in bliss and glee
And whilst some decree that his breath's gone now, we do clamor, no!

Metal warrior
Never weep, nor wail