Battle Sons

Shining bright as death The sons that carry the burden Shields of broken dreams Riding in our memories The sun is no longer there for us The moon is our mother To the night and disgrace We most proudly return Towards death we make our path Our fathers, they fell in the ground Towards sorrow we'll prevail Our mothers, they will be proud We'll fight for our fathers Brave, we'll become No more disgrace for us No more darkness within Fields spilt with blood Blood of bravery Our fathers they were away To their lord they've fought Now, what have we left? Just pain and misery Shadows are in our land The glory will never be attained Fields spilt with blood Blood of bravery Our fathers they were away To their lord they've fought There is a new day rising To us the light will be shown Our fathers, proud they will become Pray for us like you did for them