Текст песни Hin Onde - Songs Of Battle
Hin Onde - Songs Of Battle слова песни
[Music by Wircki / Lyrics by Wircki & NRQ]Afar the torch was lit and now it has grown to a river of flamesSo very cold are these trails of north that we`ll march singing forthFearless we rush upon your blades, Until death or victory and fameLet our hymn be sang upon the slaughterlands of man[Ref.:]Songs of battle, born in flamesForged in the fire and clashes of steelSongs of battle, born in flamesFrom a paganland still freeUpon meadows of blood and lakes of fire our hymn echoesEver mighty, ever cheerful, a spirit never to be crushedEven the mighty men will one day fall but the might itself will neverfadeIn stories told, in pictures drawn our hymn goes ever on[Ref]Though one day we`ll face Tuoni`s rapidsDead Land`s black streamsOur hymn still proudly echoesGenerations change, sharpest blades come eventually bluntBut in the midst of battle these songs are ever sung[Ref]