Here you sit
O,greater Queen
You watch my moves
As you nod.
You may cry or you may laugh
Either way I am reborn
From ashes of your Rome I prepare to go to war.
And I raise my fist above
Yelling all to go and charge.
My dear Queen...trumpets of Heaven sing
While drums of Hell are played.
The Gods desire blood.
I kissed my wife and kids goodbye...
All Hail your honor,Queen,for we shall die for you.
Sadness falls once with the love.
The love for my troops who left are on the ground
The godless earth eats their blood.
I sit and watch them while cleaning my sword
I swear between lips while a tear washes a stain of blood.
We are exhausted,but we shall never fall.
England ours,and we shall not fall.
Raise your arms men,raise them high.
Raise them for the Gods to be blind in the sun that reflects in your armours ,sword and hearts
Kiss your horses and raise up. At arms my brother. At arms my children. Defend your families,defend your Queen and defend your country.
Charge my men...
...Three days of battle,they are not falling,we're not falling. In battle we cry of madness,after battle we cry of pain and during night we cry for our losts.
Bound in blood and sword.
I bury my sword in the soil to wash it from blood.
There is more blood on the field than water to drink...
I kneel looking at the stars senseless being lost in between Gods houses.
For...the Queen
I take out my sword and I see more blood stains. The earth is spilling blood. Earth is suffering while Gods are feasting.
I spit the rest of my saliva and put my head on my dead brother to sleep during night. Tomorrow...
For the Queen...
Brothers gather up!
You know for who to fight. You know for who to win. I can't say nothing anymore. Die and win!
The field looks the same...full of corpses...
We trample our dead brothers and dead enemies to fight.
We fall on their blood and flesh
Are the Gods pleased? Do they have enough blood? How much?
I swing my sword around my head hitting him in the heart
His head pumps the rest of her blood in my sword
I look in his eyes and there he is.
Falling..dying.
Are the Gods pleased? How much?
And fight...and fight...
And there still is water in me,for I see the sweat going down from my forehead.
My knees are shaking.
I can't bare my own weight.
I yell into heavens and hells shoving myself in my honourable adversary.
And we fight...and fight...
And we won.
And we're not laughing.
And we're not happy.
We just rally to go home...
We don't come home with treasures...but with bodies.
Are the Gods pleased?
How much?
For the Queen...
O,greater Queen
You watch my moves
As you nod.
You may cry or you may laugh
Either way I am reborn
From ashes of your Rome I prepare to go to war.
And I raise my fist above
Yelling all to go and charge.
My dear Queen...trumpets of Heaven sing
While drums of Hell are played.
The Gods desire blood.
I kissed my wife and kids goodbye...
All Hail your honor,Queen,for we shall die for you.
Sadness falls once with the love.
The love for my troops who left are on the ground
The godless earth eats their blood.
I sit and watch them while cleaning my sword
I swear between lips while a tear washes a stain of blood.
We are exhausted,but we shall never fall.
England ours,and we shall not fall.
Raise your arms men,raise them high.
Raise them for the Gods to be blind in the sun that reflects in your armours ,sword and hearts
Kiss your horses and raise up. At arms my brother. At arms my children. Defend your families,defend your Queen and defend your country.
Charge my men...
...Three days of battle,they are not falling,we're not falling. In battle we cry of madness,after battle we cry of pain and during night we cry for our losts.
Bound in blood and sword.
I bury my sword in the soil to wash it from blood.
There is more blood on the field than water to drink...
I kneel looking at the stars senseless being lost in between Gods houses.
For...the Queen
I take out my sword and I see more blood stains. The earth is spilling blood. Earth is suffering while Gods are feasting.
I spit the rest of my saliva and put my head on my dead brother to sleep during night. Tomorrow...
For the Queen...
Brothers gather up!
You know for who to fight. You know for who to win. I can't say nothing anymore. Die and win!
The field looks the same...full of corpses...
We trample our dead brothers and dead enemies to fight.
We fall on their blood and flesh
Are the Gods pleased? Do they have enough blood? How much?
I swing my sword around my head hitting him in the heart
His head pumps the rest of her blood in my sword
I look in his eyes and there he is.
Falling..dying.
Are the Gods pleased? How much?
And fight...and fight...
And there still is water in me,for I see the sweat going down from my forehead.
My knees are shaking.
I can't bare my own weight.
I yell into heavens and hells shoving myself in my honourable adversary.
And we fight...and fight...
And we won.
And we're not laughing.
And we're not happy.
We just rally to go home...
We don't come home with treasures...but with bodies.
Are the Gods pleased?
How much?
For the Queen...
