Testo di Fields Of Kurukshetra

Bow thy head Before the golden throne Before the chariots Before the divine might As armies grow, countless people rise Legions of the holy war machine prepare to fight Lay thy hand On the sacred blade of truth That splits an evil heart And spills the blood of the impure As banners rise above the heads of men That shall stand for their lords And battle to the end All heads are turned towards the west All torches burn as souls unite They lay their hands upon their chests A million eyes, they shine so bright Panchajanyam Hrishikesho Devadattam Dhananjayah Paundram dadhmau maha-sankham Bhima karma vrkodara Sa ghosho dhartarashtranam Hridayani vyadarayat Nabha cha prthivim caiva Tumulo bhyanunadayan All heads are turned towards the west All torches burn as souls unite They lay their hands upon their chests A million eyes, they shine so bright Bow thy head Before the void Of countless deaths And broken lives