Lyrics Symphony of the Battlefield - Thornbridge

Symphony of the Battlefield

The wind is blowing cold
Black clouds at the sky
Our souls would cry in silent prayers
Our hearts prepared to die
Face to face with the enemy
We can’t win this fight
Our eyes filled with tears
But there’s no way out
Voices of fellow soldiers
Their blood soak the ground
The war like a deathride
With a merciless sound
Theatre of war
With a curtain of fear
I see their arrows fly
Now our end is here
The hour has come
Thousand souls leave thir home
To follow their father’s stps at dawn
We promised to fight
For a place in Valhalla
With clashing steel
One last time
And never again