A shadow in an empty doorway... Call your name but no reply I still see your face... but there's no trace Photographs... no good bye Seems like I must
The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed Joining
Teutonic Terror Back to the frontlines..........back to the night Medieval marauders ..........under the lights Back for the plunder.......the thrill
... (For the blood of the nations) Cos' freedom isn't free We bleed and we cry... (for the blood of the nations) A soldier's lot... ...(Blood of the nations
Traducción: Aceitar. Blood Of The Nations.
: The future is predestined... the writing's on the wall Can you see the telltale signs. The turning point has come Here it comes Suicide bombs exploding
: Get up... Get the hell on outta here Cut the ropes that bind you Stand up... straight into your fear Leave the past behind you Your cautious ways...
: Back to the frontlines... back to the night Medieval marauders... under the lights Back for the plunder... the thrill of the flames The roar of the
: Ever have a feeling... Comin' from behind You catch a fleeting glimpse from the corner of your eye Your worst nightmare's... 'round the bend you're
: Burain' rubber ,and wheels of fire A nomad's life on the open road Storm is a comin'... A deadly choir Pressure's mounting gonna overload Can't you
: In the cool of the evening, when the fires start burning bright Hear the twilight callin', as the flames burst into the night It's creeping in your
: You steal from the hungry... you take from the poor You swindle the rich man... and then you steal more Greed is your life-blood... and white collar
: You've got the smile of Judas on your lips... you're following your script, trying to hide your anger I see a cheap facade upon your face... to cover
: A shadow in an empty doorway... Call your name but no reply I still see your face... but there's no trace Photographs... no good bye Seems like I must
: Way out in a haunted hollow A strange chill on a ghostly lake Dark shadows in a twilight haze A lost cabin in a tree lined maze Nightly apparitions
For the blood of the nations) Cos' freedom isn't free We bleed and we cry... (for the blood of the nations) A soldier's lot... ...(Blood of the nations
: Everybody's on probation... Close to the end of the line Subject to cancellation... Livin' on borrowed time One day you've got it all... Then you're
Get up... Get the hell on outta here Cut the ropes that bind you Stand up... straight into your fear Leave the past behind you Your cautious ways...
