Hopes on battlefield...  

Even the wind is silent,
waiting the sentence,
the sentence of fight,
of war for our rights.
We'll be together
in this so dark hour.
But for now, we'll wait
among hope and prayers.
We'll wait for our doom,
and hope for a new day to come soon...

We are all raised, all together,
all together against other warriors.
We all gather, all together,
all together against other fighters,
and if we die, it'll be all together,
all together against the ennemy,
all together against the ennemy.

A kiss to my wife,
goodbye to my life.
They want me to ride,
away from my house,
away from my heart
and the one I loved.
How I wish to stay,
no be someone's prey,
slowly open my eyes,
and watch the beautiful sun rising.

We are all raised, all together,
all together against other warriors.
We all gather, all together,
all together against other fighters,
and if we die, it'll be all together,
all together against the ennemy,
all together against the ennemy.

Oh Lord, let me go,
can't stand one more blow,
the strong smell of blood
and the taste of mud.
If I were to try
and watch their own eyes,
will they be like mine,
in them no more light,
or hatred within,
forgetting the sound of child's laughter.

We are all raised, all together,
all together against other warriors.
We all gather, all together,
all together against other fighters,
and if we die, it'll be all together,
all together against the ennemy,
all together against the ennemy.

I'm lost in the dark,
walking on dark path...
Night is eternal,
forever She'll last,
no celestial calls.
I wish to recall
my ancient heaven,
with no engraved names.
No chance of success,
it's lost in a ocean of darkness ...

and when we'll die, it'll be all alone,
all alone kneeling before the Throne,
all alone trying to find a way,
all alone to push back your disarray.

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