Why must I assist at their slaughter It's always the same sentence that comes to my head All my brothers in arms have perished Tragically by the iron of the franks
Inside of me, the wound is deep, long to heal... It's the symbol of my revenge, shell come from the sea...
Time has come to break the arms of tragedy By my bleeding words justice will be dispensed Time has come to burn the cross of infamy And I swear it, I'll have my revenge...
Oldmen, women and children are taking the way Of a foreign land where scorn and misery are waiting for them The franks call their crime: "The law of the iron of god" The cross of the Christ braves our credence "Sachsenheim" is fed by the blood of my fellows Henceforth I'll be called "The glade of the dead" Woe to you hangmen, woe to you murderers Woe to you disciples of the Christ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.