On a bright morning, as the fishermen setout to sea, Adrea goes down to the village docks to begin her day’s work. Out on the water, she sees ominous ships – Uraban raiding vessels filled with angry soldiers – converging on Windcatch. Through they are far from the holy city of Ishalem, Adrea and her fellow townspeople find themselves caught in the winds of war. As the alarm bell clangs from the small church on the hill, the villagers scramble to defend themselves. Soldan-Shah Omra leads his men in a slaughter, burning the homes and shops, massacring the people of Windcatch. Cornered, Adrea to fight Omra himself, but she is captured and taken away from her burning village, as a prisoner of the soldan-shah.
It was a day like any other: Morning with blue skies. And then the storm came, And then the world changed - How can you stop a flame Blown by the winds of war?
Why did they come here? What did we do? Why do they hate us? What can we do? Torn by the winds of war.
It was a day like any other. The battle once far away, We see now first-hand, And like a firebrand, It consumes our land,
Fanned by the winds of war. Why did they come here? What did we do? Why do they hate us? What can we do? Torn by the winds of war.
With fire and fury, With malice and hate, They burn and they pillage, They murder and rape. Flashing their swords, They carve out our fate. We are the spoils of war.
It was a day like any other: Sunset with red skies, The storm has awoken, Our spirits are broken -
What more can be spoken Above the winds of war? Why did they come here? What did we do? Why do they hate us? What can we do?
It was a day like any other, And the end of our world. We are the spoils of war.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
