October Falls - The Plague Of A Coming Age

Is this my native soil or a ground for an enemy
Something to live on or something to die for
Is this my destiny or the reason to live
Something to remember or simply forget

A traitor for some, a hero for others
A brother against another

This is the plague of a coming age

Are these the monuments of tomorrow and hope
Or just a graves for the past, hanged in these ropes
Are these the unknown times or just a regressed history
Is this is the plague of a coming age?

A traitor for some, a hero for others
A brother against another

Marked with a burning steel, scarred for our fathers
This is the sign of the plague, the sign of a coming age