Look at the field where the wheat's growing stronger Golden like the sun and as tall as our standing We in the wind not to break nor to bend We shining on suffering on in a blaze of glory
With a spear in my hand And my mind in command Pounding drums in my heart All of you torn apart
See through the tides and the ages of time All failed to match our Strength and our Pure Will
Now it's the hour, final test is at hand Purpose in mind, no retreat, no way out
With a spear in my hand And my mind in command Pounding drums in my heart All of you torn apart
Softly is whispering the wind Yielding a measure of hope Yielding good crop very soon It'll feed our dears back home
Harvest of brave men at heart Will truly give faith to the land Our shields shall be not cast away In deeds we will prove our Valour...
Valour, Valour, Valour, Valour! The Valour of the Hellenic Blood.
Fighting side by side
Closing all the ranks Marching on, Smashing On No mercy for the foes
Sons of Heracles Blessed by the Gods Bravest men of all Always fighting full of Valour
...Valour, Valour, Valour! The Valour of the Hellenic Blood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
