Paroles
Battle speech, battle speech
War speech
On my count
On open water, the Greek will make their stand
For their nation, burn the hand of fate
Outnumbered, there is no retreat
But they won't bend their knees
Into the fire, they ride the storm of war
There's no mercy, onward is the law
For freedom, ancient spirits roar
And they answer the call
Night is falling, fate is calling
And the wind whispers defeat
Night is falling, fate is calling
Here they come, race for the peak
God on the mountain, high-handed king
And if my thousands lay below
Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red
And the battle rages on
A thousand nations descend on mother Greece
Straight off Salamis, there they break the siege
Now beaten, Xerxes calls retreat
To Asia he flees
Night is falling, fate is calling
And the wind whispers defeat
Night is falling, fate is calling
Here they come, race for the peak
God on the mountain, high-handed king
And if my thousands lay below
Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red
And the battle rages on
Here they come, race for the peak
God on the mountain, high-handed king
And if my thousands lay below
Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red
And the battle rages on