Testo di Call Of Fight

Hear the drums, trumpets and fifes The sound emanated advice us it's time Our swords and our shields are urging for blood And our enemies will scream in their gore We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead Blood will pay our deeds Tonight we'll celebrate We don't know what's wrong, what's right We keep on obeying the calling of fight These bodies on fields are carpets for us And they encourages us to keep up the strike We'll never stop 'till the last man is dead And their widow's wail sounds as a lullaby tone Because all this havoc just make us delight And the screams of wimps just make us strong We are guided by thy hands, victory lies ahead Blood will pay our deeds Tonight we'll celebrate In the dark we march breathless The future will teach you we are fearless Your blame is to die a horrible death And we'll take charge to put it in path We'll never stop 'till the last man is dead And their widow's wail sounds as a lullaby tone Because all this havoc just make us delight And the screams of wimps just make us strong