Текст песни: The Wrathforge + перевод

On fields of war, we had to grow

A bloody rage, a hear of stone

That’s what we have learned

When bullets fly, above your head

No time to lose, there’s no regret

It’s fight or be dead

Soldiers marching on, the last command

Young souls raising hell, rain of fire

Warcries fill the air, will this ever end?

They kill for greed, not peace to find

Forget the past, don’t look behind

Don’t stand in the line

A secret plan for mind control, the price of life?

Expendable, that’s what we all are

Soldiers marching, for the final stand

On their road to hell, load your guns

When sirens scream the end, living in despair

When a lonely child prays to the sky

Dreaming of kingdoms, of ages gone by

When a million voices join as one

A new star is born, the king claims his crown

March, they march, in the rain and mud

Lords of torment and disorder

Flashing lights, in the dead of the night

Heralds of attack and violence

Burning in the flame, of unholy forces

Locked in a spell, you’ll never be free

Gazing at the sun, looking for a vengeance

Black soul, blood red steel

Pouring on the land, like a rain of evil

Sewers of the storm, leaders in command

Marching in the rage, of a magic winter or a fiery sand

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