(The gathering of Braveheart's forces against the Duke's dark legions...)
As the north wind howled And the thunder broke, Braveheart Stands proudly before his troops And thrusting his sword toward Heaven, shouts at the darkening sky, "Now, its time to die like a man!"
The horn it has blown, we brothers in arms Stand like a rock to the wind Iron for blood, thousands are stood Men with true hearts, they will win Marching towards, not for glory or gold Ready to die like a man Archers and riders, are all poised for war Ready to die like a man Die like a man
Each man is ready, boiling with rage Anger is home to revenge Destroyers of dreams, they shall not succeed Surrender's no part of the plan Turn back the tide, of the ones with blind eyes Ready to die like a man Lets all heed the call, take the beast by the throat Ready to die like a man Die like man
To the beat of the drums and our backs to the sun Our shields are all burnished and bright The camp fires ebb, the gauntlet is down Our tears, no sorrow for the vanguard of truth Ready to die like a man As the moon it gives way, for the cool of the dawn Ready to die like a man Die like a man
The trumpets are blown, so foreward we go We're ready to dike like a man Shields at the ready, our sinews are taut Ready to die like a man Die like a manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
