They made an early form
Adorn within the valley of roseless thorns
They followed even oddly in war
For peace was never thought to implore
All was ever wanted, nothing less, nothing more
The souls upon a feat
Worn within the valley of roseless thorns
They cowered on the eve of reward
For power and glory weren't in store
All the kings and armies fall under one accord
In the end, what was all of this for?
In the end, what was all of this for?
All of this for, all of this for
All of this for, all of this for
All of this for, all of this for
All of this for
