Paroles de Still The Pipes Are Calling

A nameless warrior: So long he is gone With a pale servile face His way led him through A cold bloody haze His yell pierced the cold ghastly morning As he raised his sword to fight evil So like millions before He died in his gore And those who survived Died in their minds For those who failed to care Were dead before Who loves his sword even loves war Four children he left behind With a mournin`mother All their dreams return nevermore Their world got lost - killed in war There on the field, with dew on his eyes His empty face stared up to the sky One final breath curses his foes No blessing for his beloved ones