An old failure is redressed Barred is all sight into the West Not to let us foresee what is brewing there
Ripple... Silence is deceptive Hooves of iron paw
An ancient silent fog To blur our castles' silhouettes To hide the gathering troops
Black fleets explore the northern lines Fifty forts along the Rhine
Fuming clefts cross Westphalia Command from Castra Vetera
It was late at night when the bugle call resounded And blew forth a red storm To bear squadrons of Southern aggressors Transcending our silent banks now so rageous
Ploughing the valleys in slobbering droves Foes in Sugambria! The ancient map is redrawn in blood Led by our once insurmountable waters
We learnt that war has become art Within three years of suffering and barbarism
Lamentamur Germaniam Inferiorem!
The Northern eyesight is extinguished The Western limbs are dead The Southern torso is crippled East cannot defend.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
