Deep in the valley ten thousand warriors reach the glades Black clouds gather over sainted ground Blood red sunset illuminates the battlefield They see the anguish in the eyes of their enemies
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle Ride with your horses to gain the victory Show no remorse and don't yield to despair With the swords in your hands You'll win the fight for their decay Fight for decay
Trust in your power and your ancestral lores The creeks are coloured red from the plenty of gore
The fight begins in muddy soils softened by the rain between roots and stubs lying in the leaves A roar slipped from the crest of the mounds and Total confusion spreads through the hostile forces
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle Ride with your horses to gain the victory Show no remorse and don't yield to despair With the swords in your hands You'll win the fight for their decay Fight for decay
Trust in your power and your ancestral lores The creeks are coloured red from the plenty of gore
Three Roman legions trapped in a moat herded together like a horde of goat Throwing away their weapons in their fright Arminius - your leader tells you to prevail and fight
Raise your weapons for the sanguinary battle Ride with your horses to gain the victory Show no remorse and don't yield to despair With the swords in your hands You'll win the fight for their decay Fight for decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
