Walk in the field In the light of the divine We are immortalised in the relentless will to redefine And at the end of the earth You shall ignore fear You are born of the righteous and blessed We are destined to walk here Favour is won as enmity is unmade Descended from heroes gods walk in our wake The hell that we fear has no real hold The day it consumes is the day our will breaks Lifeless and cold Pain hunts the bold No matter how hard I try I can not break the mould With our sins carved into our skin We are marked by our own hate within But in this war of the soul I am bound by the battle within Favour is won as enmity is unmade Descended from heroes gods walk in our wake The hell that we fear has no real hold The day it consumes is the day our will breaks Though it will be bitter to see My finest work it drowns me My flawless sculpture of you I know Must be dust beneath me Favour is won as enmity is unmade Descended from heroes gods walk in our wake The hell that we fear has no real hold The day it consumes is the day our will breaks