Songtext von Patriots Of Fire

Soldier, March on this field of battle Our presence, The fields of rage grow quickly Deny the god, Enemy, Iconoclasts' strike without mercy Militas, Our Artillery reign's supreme Conquer, Strike with ungovernable force Their soldiers lie slayed, in this place Marching on, furiously, cease the moment to reload as Your heart commands you to Strike at will! Patriots of fire march against the wind... We are the fury, mighty from the black, destined to kill; we will strike you down.... ...Attack...slice...maim...come on Patriots...of fire... All... survivors... must...be murdered... Sons of fire, bring your arms and assault Their Soldiers lie dead, onward to.... World's apart, destiny, see the rage in our eyes on this battle field... Forever the seas of unrest, within our grasp comes our glory... Hatred, They will see the end of their light No man, Will be out of the reach of our sights... Push over the lines... Forever fight for our liberty...