Far from the western side Over the meadows and fields The wind casts a plague in a powerful voice Through waving flags And sounds of weapons War rides upon his fiery steed
The earth and sky blend together The sounds of war echo Two walls of men face one another
On the horizon Where the weapons glisten bright In gruesome death go both allies and foes
Swords lie in heaps Springs flow blood red The sky weeps upon the soil
Cries of pain In battle heroes fall The red horseman sows the seeds of death
Laments and shouting fade away Motionless bodies lie upon the ground The black cloud stirs its dance of death over them
Clouds are weeping Slowly over the field The fog rises under the clouds
God, do not let us remain here Where the men as oaks fall Should I am the one to fall Take me in your cradleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
