Tvangeste

Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body
The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas
Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains
With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders
The sword crashed down on the defenders' land
Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans