A war is near, our rivals are coming We'll rise against the foes that tried to end us Gather your men, sharpen your blades A call for war for all our deads
They will burn unprepared Against ourselves, strong and brave Fields will be a crow's buffet No survivors, no regrets
We must defend our lands We will protect our lineage
They will burn unprepared Against ourselves, strong and brave Fields will be a crow's buffet No survivors, no regrets
Are you blind ? Are you deaf ? Here is your call for revenge
Hear me my lords : this dread conflict has Caused enough sorrow within our lands
Our banners will fly in these dark times Our bards will sing this wicked tale Are we too weak, are we too scared ? Are we so fool, are we this close to give up ?
The times of peace are gone The tides red have turned A call to arms echoes Our pain will be recalled
Our new forged bonds will bring an end Through this darkness, let there be light We'll make them feel what true pain is Our eyes will be filled by an endless rage
They will burn unprepared Against ourselves, strong and brave Fields will be a crow's buffet No survivors, no regrets
Are you blind ? Are you deaf ? Here is your call for revenge
Hear me my lords : this dread conflict had Caused enough sorrow within our lands
Our banners will fly in these dark times Our bards will sing this fucking tale Are we too weak, are we too scared ? Are we so fool, are we this close to give up ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
