March Of The Slaves کے بول

We have to believe, that we face a dead eve The kingdom's defence, is no more immence Our freedom they raped, they filled us with hate They came up so fast, they made it at last. Insist, raise your fist Maybe one day we will find our peace Feel this ground grass stands pure Another soldier dies that's for sure. Our hate now burns, it twists and it turns We march now to be, independent and free Our leaders betrayed, they kneeled and they prayed The time is now right, we'll taste blood tonight. Insist, raise your fist Maybe one day we will find our peace Feel this ground grass stands pure Another soldier dies that's for sure. With our hearts burning will, with fire and steel We'll take back our realm, reach for our dream Betrayers will burn, forever they'll mourn When breaking the fence, you'll taste our revenge