The rain, it falls like a curtain Wolves are on our heels Desperate men feeling pressure, pressure to survive
The train of men never ending, moving through the night Once before I have seen these lands, Waterloo is my ground
Look at their faces, what do you see? We must pull through for them, set the world free
Keep the pace and push through fire Never yield the ground that's chosen Backs against the wall
The night is lit by their fires, the light of countless men A silence reigned so profound till the downpour resumed A present left for the morning by the fates in the night Battle time slowly creeping, the night laughs at what it leaves
Dire moment of the century, not a moment's respite Two wolves chained and are waiting for their master's respite A wolf that's tired but collected, the other suffers but snarls When noon arrives we will ride them down Let's let slip the dogs of war
And now we stand on the corner between the fear and the rage It's almost time for the blood storm, pray to what god you choose The Grand Armee beats the war drum, blood is racing and I I can't believe this has come to pass, twenty years of warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
