The battle is over, silence reigns the lands Darkness surrounds us, death is what remains A symphony of rage has gone, dust on holy ground Raise your
The battle is over - silence reigns the land Darkness surrounds us - death is what remains A symphony of rage is gone - dust lies on holy ground Raise
Tradução: Freedom Call. Himno a los valientes.
in the hands of any struggle And every nights or ever claim to be Never buy that freedom just ain?t free now Ella said Sifting in the sand Like a hymn
dhivaasam Oh Lord of Uma, so long as you are not worshipped There is no happiness, peace or freedom from suffering in this world or the next. You who
the eternal vow The time to strike is now [Chorus:] Kill, kill, Oh ! Kill, kill, Oh ! Kill, kill, Oh ! Kill, kill, Oh ! Gone are the days when freedom
Hail to thee our infantry still brave beyond the grave All sworn the eternal vow the time to strike is now Gone are the days when freedom shone now
tears soon covered the warrior's face and Tharos, the beloved dragon, spread his wings for the last time, happy to have found the freedom at least in
: [Lyrics & Music: David DeFeis] I Sing Of Power, Magick And Faith A Sonnet Of Pure Victory A Hymn To The Spirits Of Freedom And Grace And Whichever
: [ENDYAMON:] I sing of Power, Magick and Faith A Sonnet of Pure Victory A Hymn to the Spirits of Freedom and Grace And whichever Gods there may
do all the things That I never have done Sunny bright mornings and pale moonlit nights Keep me from feeling alone Now, I'm learning to fly and this freedom
in the hands of any struggle Never renounce or ever claim to be And never buy that freedom just ain't free now Ella sang, siftin' in the sand Like a hymn
I remember a story of great battles won and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won but
? What's the news? O my bold Shelmalier, With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea? Say, what wind from the sun blows his messenger here With a hymn
whole world in sin Left my city in dust I sang the first hymn I filled a river red I sang the first hymn River red with blood Once freedom came for
and righteous sing their hymns The crimpoline dresses who have no sins Christians by day, killers in war The hypocrites who know what they're fighting for Killing for peace, freedom
, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the freedom of the press, has turned to freedom