morning red, upon the hill (Enemies) they're out to kill Forward the password, it's freedoms breath The key to independence, liberty of death, liberty of death
Översättning: Grave Digger. Liberty or Death.
time for the people to take the crown Nothing can stop them or bring them down After the storm on the prison called bastille The nobles flew or were
: White man On the hunt Hunting the black Across the land Klans of violence And infiltration Out on the road For false salvation In the shadowland
universe say farewell Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt of hell no one will win The gates are opened, drums of death start
mankind With fearless eyes they move Through the curtain Feeling the hate of the enemies behind A sign will close the door for certain Killing the hunter death
revolution Spoken: What difference does it make To the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, Whether the mad destruction is wrought Under the name of totalitarianism Or the holy name of liberty
massada Hear their hopeless cries Women and children out for suicide For their faith to die And do the sacrifice Thousand rebels called the zealots For liberty
king is dead all soldiers cried Highland tears Flow through our vains The english killed put us in chains Soldiers, mountains, marshy ground In freedom we trust, death
ones Outside the window I see loaded guns The caravan of dying flowers, moving to the showers Moving through doors of steel Black flowers in cities of death
the universe say farewell Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt of hell no one will win The gates are opened, drums of death start
all mankind With fearless eyes they move Through the curtain Feeling the hate of the enemies behind A sign will close the door for certain Killing the hunter death
