IN AETERNUM
Anno: 1996
Gruppo: BIFROST (nr)
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Blow the wind, whistle the bullets,
rumble the sound of the cennon
among the cruel death and the bursts.
Standing up into the storm
germ of order within chaos
companoins lift up your head
before you go into the attack.
Sacred bread of a revival
harvest, pervent ear, golden flour.
Cause from the light blood of our wounds
a new hope will spring even more.
Blow the wind, whistle the bullets
rumble the sound of the cannon
among the cruel death and the burts
is standing the battalion.
A new hope higher than the moon
a new hope bigger than the earth
please do not cry on our grenn tomb
our soul's the daughter of the sun.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
rumble the sound of the cennon
among the cruel death and the bursts.
Standing up into the storm
germ of order within chaos
companoins lift up your head
before you go into the attack.
Sacred bread of a revival
harvest, pervent ear, golden flour.
Cause from the light blood of our wounds
a new hope will spring even more.
Blow the wind, whistle the bullets
rumble the sound of the cannon
among the cruel death and the burts
is standing the battalion.
A new hope higher than the moon
a new hope bigger than the earth
please do not cry on our grenn tomb
our soul's the daughter of the sun.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.