On fields of war, we had to grow A bloody rage, a hear of stone That's what we have learned
When bullets fly, above your head No time to lose, there's no regret It's fight or be dead
Soldiers marching on, the last command Young souls raising hell, rain of fire Warcries fill the air, will this ever end?
They kill for greed, not peace to find Forget the past, don't look behind Don't stand in the line A secret plan for mind control, the price of life? Expendable, that's what we all are
Soldiers marching, for the final stand On their road to hell, load your guns When sirens scream the end, living in despair
When a lonely child prays to the sky Dreaming of kingdoms, of ages gone by When a million voices join as one A new star is born, the king claims his crown
March, they march, in the rain and mud Lords of torment and disorder Flashing lights, in the dead of the night Heralds of attack and violence
Burning in the flame, of unholy forces Locked in a spell, you'll never be free Gazing at the sun, looking for a vengeance Black soul, blood red steel
Pouring on the land, like a rain of evil Sewers of the storm, leaders in command Marching in the rage, of a magic winter or a fiery sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
