Текст песни Suidakra - Still The Pipes Are Calling
Suidakra - Still The Pipes Are Calling слова песни
[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; Lyric by Marcel][A nameless warrior:]So long he is goneWith a pale servile faceHis way led him throughA cold bloody hazeHis yell pierced the cold ghastly morningAs he raised his sword to fight evilSo like millions beforeHe died in his goreAnd those who survivedDied in their mindsFor those who failed to careWere dead beforeWho loves his sword even loves warFour children he left behindWith a mournin`motherAll their dreams return nevermoreTheir world got lost - killed in warThere on the field, with dew on his eyesHis empty face stared up to the skyOne final breath curses his foesNo blessing for his beloved ones