Gettysburg 歌词

Thousands of men on every side Guns fill the air with lead The realms of death are open wide The gods of war will soon be fed Sound the charge, put the bayonets on Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand Thousands of men on every side Guns fill the air with lead The realms of death are open wide The gods of war will soon be fed Sound the charge, put the bayonets on Scream with rage, fathers, cousins and sons Swallow your fear, follow the flag to the end Nothing seems real, dreams turning to sand A nation ripped apart, a conflict escalating Freedom is the call, and millions are responding (the) war will turn today, the wind blows from the north Years of blood and death, will soon come to an end Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny Gettysburg - battlefield of destiny