The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp
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The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws
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No way out, but we will face the death
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The sword or bog is better then the enemy's scaffold
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Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers
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The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose
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The crusaders stamp across our native lands
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The Steel craves for the battlefield
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Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight
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We know we cannot save our land
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We know that today we will join our ancestors
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No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore
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Our earthly paths seem to be gone through
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The enemies' camps are promising loss with their fires
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The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses' neighing
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Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster
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The armors will reflect the bloody dusk
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Blood will flow like boundless river
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Endless will be mothers' sorrow
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The clouds will close the land forever
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The land most dear to us
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The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion
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The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness
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The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy
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Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers
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The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune
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The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt
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Craving for murder and insanity, close connection.
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Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed
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Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land
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Under the mask of endless good
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They came to make the people kneel
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And make us cattle
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The flame in sacred thicket died away
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And cold welded the whole world right away
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And merely the curtain of cold rain
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Coupled with despair is ruling here
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They came to make the people kneel
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And make us cattle
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The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings
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The grief is tearing souls to pieces
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The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan
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The helpless moan of our Motherland
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Under the attack of the welded in steel
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The strangers bringing destruction
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The land of fathers is shaking and no use
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To entreat the Gods for help
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I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky
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He's soaring above the death like a black shadow
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That's the soul of Prussian land.
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Tears will wash off blood from my sword
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The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart
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And with the pure sense of a free man
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I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory...
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Tears (Tears willwash Off The Blood From My Sword)
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Tvangeste |