Lyrics

HELL’S GATE
© Copyright-Vigil-Ante (885767412644)
Record Label: Vigil-Ante

OUT OF THE FOG
Fog drifting over rocks slick with sweat
Crackling magic all around,
But we don’t make a sound…

THE CALL TO ARMS
Our lives flow out before us,
And The River below provides the Path
For The Way before has been pre-ordained,
And The Call must be answered with Wrath
For We fight for Life and it’s Light
To grapple with He Who Waits
To make our mark, set wrong to right!
This One last time before we go Into The Dark.

WE GRAPPLE!
Oh Gods! Hear our cry!
Our Course is almost run
All we are and all that ever will be
Depends on our victory today
This Battle WILL BE WON!
The Sun glints off our silver mail
Our resolve will not be dogged
Ever, ever striving to breach the crest
Before the lifting of the fog!

CHORUS (CLIMAX)
Up we come, up we come
Meet the Maker of our Fate!
Up we come, up we come
Meet the Creator of our State!
We have our Shields before us
The Battle is a horrible din
But a terrible beauty lies before us
As We pay with our bones and blood
For the Breaching of Hell’s Gate!