The Soldier : Today we feed our swords With our enemies blood! Today we die for the king On the fields of honnor!
Like so many times we'll pierce the flesh And crush the bones. Used to war's horrors We will kill with cold blood!
This is just an other fight Where glory and loyalty prevail. Through the crimson battlefield We march with no fear.
With calm mind we'll strike And we shall kill until they retreat. So tonight the new bard and his flute Will sing to our glory!
As the battle rages on A windy sound appears through the screams. A singing voice, enwraping my soul, Setting ablaze my hate for mankind!
The sight of flowing fresh blood Awoke in me the thoughts most dire. Like a serpent charmed by a flute I need to start a murderous dance.
The soul full of rage I won’t let Any heart beat or throat untorn.
Even those who’ve always fought by my side Also will perish by my hand.
Lacerate, sever, crush the skulls of everyone around Is now my final deadly goal. I shall slay every man still standing Before another foolish one arrives and cut my head.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
