The memory lingers on of the arrival of dawn. They saw the beacon aflame, Burning with sorrow for the lives that would be lost. And the troops went ashore, Sounds of drums filled the air. Towards the city they marched.
Called all the young ones, called the old. Summoned the people to stand up and be bold.
Fight a superior force for high society. Sheltered behind the walls, Holding the riches that forever could be lost. Outside the city gates The peasant army fights on Towards their imminent doom.
Cross the Field of Sorrow children's soul still cry As an echo from the blackened day. Cross the Field of Sorrow There are whispers and sighs From burning anguish and dismay.
From the protection of walls Beheld the blood stained plains Reeking of sacrifice's shame. Children and cripples of the battle that was lost. Trembling hands open the gates For the extortion of fire, As they had nowhere to hide.
Fill up the barrels and chests with all your gold. Build me a throne to rest upon. Fear not the fate of the fallen, Hear not the cries of the crows. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
