Lyrics

Strong winds carry the dead Home where they belong In the dark of a pagans night Eastern fires in the sky Many died on fields of gold Friends of mine say goodbye Assassins killed we paid the price We have the right to sacrifice But I fell on my knees And facing the end Judgement day will wash my sins away Take my last breath Prepared myself to death In my last hour I feel the power, and I was sent by God to be victorious I got the heart of a warrior For poverty, we gave our souls Dreams were beyond control Another place, another time We felt immortal and divine If I die remember me Never gave up, never surrender I stand strong filled with pride Without fear into glory I ride I fell on my knees And facing the end Judgement day will wash my sins away Take my last breath Prepared myself to death In my last hour I feel the power, and I was sent by God to be victorious I got the heart of a warrior Take my last breath Prepared myself to death In my last hour I feel the power, and I was sent by God to be victorious I got the heart of a warrior
Writer(s): Axel Ritt, Chris Boltendahl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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