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Aviators - Lowborn (Game of Thrones Song | Symphonic Rock)

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• published: 01 Jul 2016
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The first single from my next album, "A Song That Never Ends" has arrived. And what better way to kick it off than with Game of Thrones? I'm a massive fan of the series, and I was definitely feeling inspired to write after some of the epic events of this most recent season. Lowborn is a song based on Jon Snow, and the hopeless battles he faces. The song is essentially a cry for death, singing of the horrific nature of Westeros and the evil that lies in its people. (Note: More Stargazers songs will be uploaded until the next single, don't worry, they're all gonna hit YouTube!) Download on Bandcamp! http://music.soundoftheaviators.com/track/lowborn Instrumental: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9jL3h9v2UQ3M016SzdQb2dGUmc/ Vocal Stem: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B9jL3h9v2UQ3QllYUG8xQmlZNXc/ Lyrics: Not far away lies a storm to the north Whispers of winter as death marches forth Honor means nothing when war is unfair We've come here to battle and return to nowhere Kings die like peasants, with no one to mourn There's blood in these hills from the battles forlorn Wolves in the shadows drag pieces away I've nothing to lose, with no debts left to pay Faces, erased like a dream The gods have not listened Though prayers turned to cold-blooded screams Places, where we have no name A man of no house is a man without masters to shame Strangers, we're bound by despair A clamor for glory, a throne deprived of rightful heir Dangers, from ever cold sky A land of no mercy, a place for the lowborn to die Vengeance igniting the fire in my blood Paths of destruction, by sword and by flood Fed to the vultures were friends and good men Pursuit of dominion, the game never ends Queens kill for power, and lords fight for gold A wraith dressed in armor still lies in the cold Followed by brethren with loyalty mine Hunted by thieves of a purer bloodline I have seen heaven, or some kind of hell The source of my burden, the space that I dwell There's no one to save us, the heroes are dead The songs of our children are silent instead Of ice and of fire, the stories we write We rise from the ashes, attack in the night The kingdom forsaken, by fate may it be A cage with no room for the lowborn like me Not far away lies a storm to the north Whispers of winter as death marches forth Honor means nothing when war is unfair We've come here to battle and return to nowhere