Hall of the Slain

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"You'll have to earn the glory. You'll have to earn your rest digging your own grave. You'll have to earn a name you can say out loud. You'll have to paint your stripes using your blood and sweat. You'll have to write the verses of your chanson de geste. You'll have to throw stones, to sharpen sticks. You'll have to show your teeth.

We were born and dead in the same mud of the battlefield. We got lost on the way to the armistice. Write your history with the same hand that you use to take up the sword and prepare yourself for the rooster's crow.

And it's winter again; it falls over my bones and I hear them creak. Every day is one more notch on my shield. I drag it up and down the trenches of this life at war, which never gave me a break... there was no truce at all.

You'll have to earn the glory. You'll have to earn your rest. You'll have to earn a name. You'll have to paint your stripes. You'll have to write the verses. You'll have to throw stones. You'll have to show your teeth. You'll have to dig your own grave"

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from We've Been Dead Before, released October 1, 2011

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