When a brave heart dies کے بول

The winds 'n streams will whisper our names like chronicles of this glorious day The Mother Earth will cover our corpses tho' all we're brave but all we're fay. Our swords are shining in the moonlight we will attack with the first sunbeam The dawn will full with blood 'n pain full with war-cries 'n their last scream. Maybe the morrow will be the latest when the air goes through our lungs and our eyes see to rise the sun and our ears hear to sing the winds... This morning's different like the other this could be the latest, the finest it seems to be an eternity than glory and eternal silence!