Текст песни Hymn To The Son

Lying on a ground full of entrails,

Knowing it's the last chance to feel your sword,

Fighting hard and bleeding for your homeland.

No-one will say that your blood was spilled in vain.

They will sing a hymn to your glory,

Carry your remains on defended ground.
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Blades will guide your march to your fathers.

We stand here sending you a last resounding Hail!

I cross the sea and all my doubts vanish,

The hails behind fade to shades.

The eternal hall of my ancestors

Opens the doors and welcomes the son.