Текст песни 09. Manowar - Battle Hymn

Battle anthem

We ride by the moon

Ten thousand in armor.
Swords uplifted
Armor and whips shine.

Here is our infantry - yes!
Neither death nor fire fears.
All of them were bound by an eternal oath,
Time to hit - it's time!

Death, death, oh!

The glare of free days goes out
All that’s left is a clang and a crunch of bones,
Where the battle illuminates the east
From the blood, flowing snark darkens.

How proud the foot soldiers stand,
The chain and the mace sparkle in their hands,
Blow the attack - to glory on horseback!
Enraged pride calls for itself!

Victory, victory, oh!

We will follow the battle
Crossing the starry sky
But there’s no time and no place for us,
Someday we will catch our wind ...

Losses in the ranks are so stupid and ridiculous
We cross the starry sky
And there’s no time and no place for us,
Someday we will catch our wind again ...

Death, death, oh!

Blow the attack - to glory on horseback!
Enraged pride calls for itself!
We ride by the moon
Ten thousand, in armor ...