Winterstorm - Kings Will Fall

The call to arms peals out to end the suffering No regrets do not obey our king We stand tall together we can end his lies Our king will fall we are his demise Way too long now we have suffered from our king The time has come to end the suffering We gathered our arms and we're ready to start the fight The sun is fading as we're longing for this night Climbing the walls four silent calls: "Our king will die" The time has come to get the crown We will take his lies Storming the gates We are heading for the throne No guardians left the king is standing alone Back to the wall he is praying for his life But no one is left to hear his painful cries