O, fathers I saw you Your faces of stone Your eyes in the fires of our camp Your words are our native tongue Your voices the winds in the fields Your cloaks the leaves upon the trees Today sleep must now end You told me so, I felt it all
Rivers of blood The crescent is burning They run on our soil I swear I will turn 'em all to ash
The lion's cage is broken The beast is loose The faithful were lasted for centuries Their April's our blood red flower The poisoned soil is open To take them all at once O, fathers I'm standing My sword is my word
Rivers of blood The crescent is burning They run on our soil I swear I will turn 'em all to ash
The heavens they speak to me O, the rivers and the soil O, they're angry We've been waiting For too long
The fires in our camp We are gathered around them Wait for a signal We've been waiting For too longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
