There is fire in the air that I’m breathing There is blood where the battle’s rage These are faces I will not remember Will I fight for the Queen or the Slave
A treacherous part to play with our heart of courage Where the wind from the north bows the dragon And the armies and legions have formed We have camp for the night through the cover Fading ghosts in the shadows of war
Gone, all the villagers lead out to pasture The black wing of death as their liege Felt the ground; it was bare from the plunder The soldiers that lie at my feet
The maidens were lost wading across an ocean On a ship heading south to the mainland I am standing in wake of the storm I was raised by the Wolf and the Stallion This sword was battleborne
Battleborne, battleborne, battleborne, battleborneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
