Destined to die as we march The march of death Bare feets on hard ground, and with open wounds.. Every step is like a million March of Death
No clothes, only rags, the wind is cold as ice Through my body and soul The march of death Thoughts are put aside, it's unbearable I live 'cause I'm a warrior at soul!
Whipped, beaten and bruised The march of death In the horizon : The final resting place Dragged by dark men, as slaves, In this foreign world
With hollow eyes I witness my men Through this march of death Where are my brave ones ? My soldiers? My men at war? Where are your heart !?! They got lost in this march of death
I'll rather die!!! Than bow at their feets I'll rather die!!! Than slave their world I take this stone and chrush my skull May all my fellow men do the same
They couldn't kill my spirit, nor my early life I'll see you on Vallhalla my men!! 'cause we lost our lives fighting the march of death Be brave! Dont feel sorrow, dont feel pain Be a warrior at soul.. ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
