اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Who’s tearing cross the barren landscape
With no one's banner in the wind
Heavy hooves that breach the dirt
Malicious breed, the giant steed
The horseman, in a morbid frenzy
Aroused by screams and scent of blood
Ironclad with numb indifference
He wields the sword called pondering silence
Swords and axes wedged together
It's raining arrows, hailing spears
They’re screaming gore, they’re crying havoc
Shield walls break and horses fall
Beneath blind men the hillside’s blushing
One is vengeful the other’s proud
They won’t retreat, they won’t give way
In the thick of this battle the slayen won’t fall
Forsaken horseman, he arrives
Oh battlefield, my crimson lady
Let me hold you one more time
Every thrust the air is bleeding
Every blow a dozen dead
Every stroke has heart and meaning
Silence falls upon friend and foe
For each one death brings understanding
The last beer was the last indeed!
The last cut done, my lady's gone
At waterloo or azingcourt we’ll meet again
Haunted by war
Peace shall never come
