In the fields where blood is sown, the poor are sent to die,
Nothing for, beneath a sovereign's lie.
With the swords that gleams in moonlight, armor drenched in red,
There is only pain and death ahead
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
In the small and lonely huts, the widows mourn their dead,
While the kings keep crowns upon their heads.
Every land that has been conquered, every title claimed,
Drowning in the cries of men unnamed.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
Subnowai - Kings and wars Lyrics
Subnowai - Kings and wars Lyrics
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In the fields where blood is sown, the poor are sent to die,
Nothing for, beneath a sovereign's lie.
With the swords that gleams in moonlight, armor drenched in red,
There is only pain and death ahead
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
In the small and lonely huts, the widows mourn their dead,
While the kings keep crowns upon their heads.
Every land that has been conquered, every title claimed,
Drowning in the cries of men unnamed.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
Nothing for, beneath a sovereign's lie.
With the swords that gleams in moonlight, armor drenched in red,
There is only pain and death ahead
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
In the small and lonely huts, the widows mourn their dead,
While the kings keep crowns upon their heads.
Every land that has been conquered, every title claimed,
Drowning in the cries of men unnamed.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
As foes fall one by one, and the truth comes into light,
The wars that kings begun are their own internal fight.
Sent to die on battlefields, for glory not our own,
Fighting wars of selfish kings, for chairs they have enthroned.
Every blow and every breath support the tyrant's will,
Pouring blood of enemies to never stopping mill.
Writer: Vitalij Kagadij
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid