Days are so dark I can't see it dawning I can't feel my hands anymore
I see the night and preach them courage Even when hope is in vain There's no choice, for strength and honour Is accompanied by pain
Hunt them down Back on to the shore Hunt them down Where deep waters roar
The human blade of equation will Divide the fire from the smoke History will tell who prevailed Since ever blood sealed the times of old
I call on Taranaich For to give us strength
The wind blows cold When night descends Predicting war
The night unfolds Fires of marching men Like an open scar
See the fires burn Here at Forth-Clyde Crawling forward Oh at Forth-Clyde
There in the darkness At the edge of the world In the shadow of the empire The wind blows cold Calling the words “Cohorts - Regather...”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.