Эпический метал

Hear them whisper,
Voices from the other side
Hear them calling
Former foes now friends are resting side by side

A shadow moves across the water in pursuit
It splits the waves, commands the sea and defies the wind
Instilling fear among its prey, feels nought for itself
Ahead the sea lies calm awaiting the storm

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come back into being nor can the dead ever be brought back to life
Warnings of an airstrike
The sirens scream out loud
Warning on the radio

Ing the ground with the force of thousand guns
First in the line of fire, first into hostile land
Tanks leading the way, leading the way
Charging the lines with the force of a furious storm

Endless waste
Our patience runs thin
Here we stand ready
Let the battle begin!

From a land across the ocean, to the western front where they served
Fought with courage and devotion, preconceptions turned
As the spring offensive kept churning, where the men would earn their name
See the tides of battle turning, and their foes ignite their flame

Who shall be remembered
In the ancient house of war?
All the medals, all those stories
In the alley of the greats

Into the motherland the German army march
In the Soviet Union
Summer 1943
Tanks line up in thousands

We’re keeping the kingdom free
As an archduke falls and the battle horn calls, our lives would never be the same
We were looking down barrel of a gun
Now the war has come and the battle has begun, we are desperate and overrun

I won’t be coming home
I won’t be going anywhere
I will guard this post forever
Here on the alpine slope, where I did my final stand I shall remain

Now there’s a standstill in the war, repeating what’s been done before
It must come to an end, a few will transcend
They were under twenty five, and under fire they would thrive
The Sturmmann is born, their enemies scorn

«Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State.
It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin.»

Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjällhöga nord
Du tysta, Du glädjerika sköna!
Jag hälsar Dig, vänaste land uppå jord
Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna

The wise woman said:
«Once you’re hardened in battle
There’s no coming back.
Fight or Fall!»

Rise of nations pride
Russians on a route to ruin
Kreml is more then certain to win
Sent away an army to the west

I stand alone and gaze upon the battlefield
Wasteland is all that’s left after the fight
And now I’m searching a new way to defeat my enemy
Bloodshed I’ve seen enough of death and pain

«Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows;
the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing.
Therefore, just as water retains no constant shape, so in warfare there are no constant conditions.»

Hear the sound of a machine-gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields

Into the fire through trenches and mud
Son of Belgium and Ireland with war in his blood
Leading the charge into hostile barrage
By design, he was made for the frontline

Dug in deep, equipped for attack
Outnumbered, determined to win
Double trench lines that won’t give in
They’re prepared let the battle begin

It’s under crimson skies hell’s horizon
Our trap will spring
Unaware of our presence they’ll be marching
Straight to their doom

As a turn of the tide
It is our turn to rise
The force of a union at war
March over the mountains

The war had been raging and ravaging for four years
Leaving millions of casualties from all sides
In the trenches of the frontlines, people have asked the question
What is the price of peace?

Carry on your fire and raise your head
And everything comes to end, when hearts asunder
When you gather like birds of prey
Rejoice what is broken and turning away

Don’t be mistaken
Your bloody time’s up
This ain’t no game
We’re not here to entertain you

(I can’t see)
(I can’t see)
Got no scars cut on my skin
Only my truth is wearing thin