Battle Sons

Shining bright as death
The sons that carry the burden
Shields of broken dreams
Riding in our memories.

The sun is no longer there for us
The moon is our mother
To the night and disgrace
We most proudly return.

Towards death we make our path
Our fathers they fell in the ground
Towards sorrow will prevail
Out mothers, they will be proud.

We'll fight for our fathers
Brave, we'll become
No more disgrace for us
No more darkness within.

Fields split with blood
Blood of bravery
Our fathers they were away
To their lord they've fought.

Now, what have we left?
Just pain and misery
Shadows are in our land
The glory will never be attained.

Fields split with blood
Blood of bravery
Our fathers they were away
To their lord they've fought.

There is a new day rising
To us the light will be shown
Our fathers, proud they will become
Pray for us like you did for them.