Remains of the glories they silenced In the land that they can’t let us be Too much lies have won in battlefields Will reborn claiming thirst of justice
This voice of violence won’t survive (it won’t survive) Tyrants will swallow anger flames (swallow anger flames) Wrath in your veins begins to blaze (it begins to blaze) The anthem sounds through noisiest hills Hear the call to arms…
Get ready this is war! This is our fight Freedom can’t die Raise up your pride
Feel the force of our land We engraved our flag with bloody hand Grasp your Scythe harvester of crowns The shields of iron soldiers never fall to the ground
They could not wrest four ancient roots (four ancient roots) Smashing our culture down with rage (our culture down with rage) Acclaiming the overthrow they can’t deny (so we’ll) Raise from a non-existent death Leave aside the words...
(Time goes on, and nothing changes. But we’ll wait for the moment, to be who we are)
Feel the Force We’ll faint this sorrow, feel the force I said feel the force and grasp Grasp your Scythe, grasp Your scythe Harvester!
This is our fight Freedom can’t die Raise up your pride For the rest of our livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
