The enemies have arrived They've come through black seas Landing at the shores Welcomed with gunpowder's smell
There is no shelter against the steel rain The worst of firestorms We're walking among trenches with frayed nerves Feeling pride to fight with value and honor
In the jaws of death The reality is sad In the jaws of death The only way is to fight
Is this weariful battle Satan rules supreme And with blood of soldiers turns the sea to redTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
