Woe Of Tyrants - Kingdom Of Might текст песни

But there were changes first, in the valley floors
Where the creatures lurk in the dark no more
Seen in weakness now, they may attack at will
With our swords we'll stand, as one body we'll stand!
In unison crying aloud in defiance of death!
But there's a way to build a kingdom, bonding units with one true host
For this is real, the walking dead fight, raise an alert
Attackers from the west they scream with renewed hatred!
They fight hard and intense
Rest assured in the strength of your King, drink only of waters which won't recede
Father of dreams, pick up the broken wings; and fill the spaces, where Fallen Saints are lacking, bring us visions, visions of our true home
Taking solace in the comfort stemmed from angels whispers, encouragement to press on
Into the fire!
Pick up the broken wings!
Warriors of might, prep your armor, and charge forth with swords and shields raised high into the sky, with an urgent cry a cry of hope
The clouds are moving side to side, shreds of white light are squeaking by, with attention to the mourning, the widow and the child
Love does not fail
Breathe, breathe the freshest of air, see the whitest of white, and press on through the fight