No one fights for kingdom, no one fights for gods No one fights for hearth and home, no one fights the odds No one fights for power, or what the sword defends You fight because you want to live; you fight to save your friends
Land is but a pile or dirt; gods are among the vault Honor but a poet's dream - death is a lonely plot Life is but a candlelight, love is a moment said Fighting friends are all you have when a fight goes bad
Priests are good for talking, patriots are good for win Landlords good for taking gold, harlots are good for sin Generals are good for sending soldiers to meet their deaths When you're ordered off to die, friends are all that's left
Swords can shattered, boards can crack, armor plates can fail Spears can find the naked limb, arrows can go through mail Shields can splintered 'neath the ax, fortress walls can rot When it comes to life and death, friends are all you've got
No one fights for kingdom, no one fights for gods No one fights for hearth and home, no one fights the odds No one fights for power, or what the sword defends You fight because you want to live; you fight to save your friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
