Isenburg - Hymn To The Son lyrics

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Lying on a ground full of entrails, <br />

Knowing it's the last chance to feel your sword, <br />

Fighting hard and bleeding for your homeland.<br />

No-one will say that your blood was spilled in vain.<br />

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They will sing a hymn to your glory, <br />

Carry your remains on defended ground.<br />

Blades will guide your march to your fathers.<br />

We stand here sending you a last resounding Hail! <br />

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I cross the sea and all my doubts vanish, <br />

The hails behind fade to shades.<br />

The eternal hall of my ancestors<br />

Opens the doors and welcomes the son.