Where Greater Men Have Fallen - Primordial

For those who buried their sons

Under bone white crosses

For those who saw their daughters

Virtues were taken by invading forces

They promised the century to you

And all you did was count the dead

And pray for merciful release

In the longest and the darkest night

Where greater men have fallen

Here we stand guard

Where greater men have fallen

Until the end of time

They made you build your tomb

With your own very hands

And ground your kin to dust

In the dark satanic mills of progress

It seems the lands of the free

Are born of the cold and empty grave

And the myths of liberty

Bind our wrists like slaves

Where greater men have fallen

Here we stand guard

Where greater men have fallen

Until the end of time

Where greater men have fallen

Is where we stand guard

And you will always bury your sons

Under broken barren promises

And the heart of your motherland

Will be ripped from her chest

Where greater men have fallen

We are ready to die

Where greater men have fallen

We are ready to die