Aryan - Celtic Moon | Текст песни

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• Aryan
• Celtic Moon

High up on the mountain, the battle hammers fall
As I lay alone awake at night, I hear my people call
Stand up to be counted, say the voices I hear
Show our strength through numbers,
and our enemies they will fall

Ref.: Under the Celtic Moon
Under the starlit sky
Singing victory songs... (Hail, Hail, Hail)
Songs of wars gone by

The dawn is drawing nearer, our swords are held up high,
Echoes sounds of victory, to the voices in the sky
I foresee the massive bloodshed the White Race will endure
Our children are worth fighting for, our children oh so pure

I feel the cry for battle, oh it's raging deep in me
We are ready, lets fight this fight and set our people free
Take firm our flag of glory and fly them to the sky
We're marching into battle, with our hearts aflame oh so pure.
I feel the cry for battle, oh it's raging deep in me
we are ready, let's fight this fight and set our people free
Take firm our flags of glory and fly them to the sky
We're marching into battle, with our hearts aflame with pride