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Save Your Silver for the Bastards


Save Your Silver for the Bastards

  

Dear brother, don´t you dare follow my rage and despair,

though dying is all that remains.

On the verge of fainting clasp my sword and shield and hate

to light the dark realm of shades.

 

Silence – silence in the field screaming, howling, crying loudly.

 

Save your silver for the bastards,

drown the fiend in my remains.

One stricken soul, a thousand demons!

Who the hell broke their chains?

Save your prayers for the deathsmen,

wine and dine in slaughterers´ tomb.

One blunt blade, a thousand sabers!

What the hell shall I do?

 

Ashes – ashes in the field playing, dancing in the storm.

 

Save your silver for the bastards,

drown the fiend in my remains.

One stricken soul, a thousand demons!

Who the hell broke their chains?

Save your prayers for the deathsmen,

wine and dine in slaughterers´ tomb.

One blunt blade, a thousand sabers!

What the hell shall I do?

 

Bloody tears are drying in the debris from the blaze

scorching, wetting my face.

My virtue and my innocence decaying in the mud

beside the corpses of my friends.

 

Thirty days of night shook our lands.

Thirty thousand shades flooded deserts and seas.

Thirty days of war stick to our hands.

Thirty thousand skulls adore the hanging trees.

 

Save your silver for the bastards,

drown the fiend in my remains.

One stricken soul, a thousand demons!

Who the hell broke their chains?

Save your prayers for the deathsmen,

wine and dine in slaughterers´ tomb.

One blunt blade, a thousand sabers!

What the hell shall I do?




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