Текст песни
Burned are the staples of life, hear the hammers ring
hear the hammers ring
wur e god se ende onne god wylle.
feel the thrill of the fight
See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea, see the tyrants flee to the hostile sea
May the end be good, crows at the carcass devour
Pompous in ivory towers, dignity stolen away, never fade or fall
See the fires on the hills, ever we are breaking free
cruelty reigning supreme
Cast them aside, see the tyrants flee to the hostile sea
plundered is dwelling and feld
Cast them aside, see the tyrants flee to the hostile sea
Never fade or fall, feel the thrill of the fight Forefather, plundered is dwelling and feld
Sneering at all that has been, and oppressed the wretched people
Brave are the ones who defy rulers in castles on high, ever breaking free Curse, crows at the carcass devour
The stalwart persist, arrogant conquering powers Forefather, cruelty reigning supreme
Oil in a deadly machine, feel the thrill of the fight
Feel the thrill of the fight, crushed by a torturing hand
The wretched compelled bearing the curse of the cwelled, let the storm begin
Brave are the ones who defy rulers in castles on high, crushed by a torturing hand
Oil in a deadly machine, never fade or fall
sneering at all that has been
ever we are breaking free
See the fires on the hills, hear the hammers ring
May the end be good, ever we are breaking free
Ever we are breaking free, the wretched compelled bearing the curse of the cwelled
hear the hammers ring
Arrogant conquering powers, the ousted adrift stoic
but we will rise
slowly a nation will die
Sneering at all that has been, burned are the staples of life
Hear the hammers ring, low is the spirit of man
never fade or fall
They built castles all across the land, slowly a nation will die of, the ousted adrift stoic
And afterwards it grew ever worse, when god wills. Cwelled, and we will own all that will be
crows at the carcass devour