With hope all gone We seal out fates On this great black marsh hill With death at hand We fight for our ways On this great black marsh hill Out friends are slain No time to cry No time to morn We must fight on With hope all gone And death at our door For friends we’ve lost We must fight on
As this battle draws to a close The massacre of the back marsh hill With arrows flying all around There is no hope There is no hope But there stood a man with blacken steel With sword in hand ready to charge In aura we stood looking at this man charging down black marsh hill
With no thought I joined this main charging down black marsh hill Cracking bones Smashing skulls Oh this was a great thrill Charging down the hill Their blood being spilt
My spear went into a man Throwing him down to the ground Hundreds join us in this charge From the lowly peasant To the great noble Cracking bones Smashing skulls Oh this was a great thrill Charging down the hill Their blood being spilt
With hope all gone We seal out fates On this great black marsh hill Out friends are slain No time to cry No time to morn We must fight on With hope all gone And death at our door For friends we’ve lost We must fight onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
