Isenburg - Hymn To The Son lyrics
Lying on a ground full of entrails,
Knowing it's the last chance to feel your sword,
Fighting hard and bleeding for your homeland.
No-one will say that your blood was spilled in vain.
They will sing a hymn to your glory,
Carry your remains on defended ground.
Blades will guide your march to your fathers.
We stand here sending you a last resounding Hail!
I cross the sea and all my doubts vanish,
The hails behind fade to shades.
The eternal hall of my ancestors
Opens the doors and welcomes the son.