Текст песни Vicious crusade - Theodore`s Song
Vicious crusade - Theodore`s Song слова песни
[Lyrics Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel]In cold ground here I lay,Here for hundreds years I stayed,In black raven lived my soul,And in streams my blood did flow.I`m the warrior, I diedFor the proud land of mine,I`m the spirit of the pastWhich my scions turned to dust... Oh, let my spirit rise!Let it rise high to heaven.Oh, let my spirit fly!Let it fly free as raven!Oh, let my spirit raiseRaise nation from its chains,Oh, let my nation praiseRoots that it now disdains! And my children turned to slaves,Born for glory - kept in caves,Long forgotten is father`s faith,Outlandish yoke they praised!Is that what we struggled for,Gave our lives and shed our gore?How that enslaved land I seeCalls itself mighty and free?! Wake me, wake me!Raise me, raise me!Free me, free me!Can`t you hear me?