Fighting story, guts and glory
Sword and axes, shield and armor
War tactics used by commander
Cavalry, ranged weaponry
Utilizing ground and terrain
Guerrilla fights, enemies slain
Fight for freedom, to make a name
Protect the loved ones or for gold
Frontal clash between two nations
Those conquering and defending
Amidst the battle one warrior
Saves his comrades and lieutenant
Swings a battle axe with one hand
Throws a piercing spear, inflicts fear
A war cry, now they are war chanting
Wounded berserker is panting
Falls back, gets a moment rest
Deep breath fills the lungs in his chest
He's tightly gripping his weapon
Back into the battle he's stepping
The banners wave, the horn sounds
Lone survivor filled with wounds
Nemo Sonra - Fighting Story Lyrics
Nemo Sonra - Fighting Story Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Fighting story, guts and glory
Sword and axes, shield and armor
War tactics used by commander
Cavalry, ranged weaponry
Utilizing ground and terrain
Guerrilla fights, enemies slain
Fight for freedom, to make a name
Protect the loved ones or for gold
Frontal clash between two nations
Those conquering and defending
Amidst the battle one warrior
Saves his comrades and lieutenant
Swings a battle axe with one hand
Throws a piercing spear, inflicts fear
A war cry, now they are war chanting
Wounded berserker is panting
Falls back, gets a moment rest
Deep breath fills the lungs in his chest
He's tightly gripping his weapon
Back into the battle he's stepping
The banners wave, the horn sounds
Lone survivor filled with wounds
Sword and axes, shield and armor
War tactics used by commander
Cavalry, ranged weaponry
Utilizing ground and terrain
Guerrilla fights, enemies slain
Fight for freedom, to make a name
Protect the loved ones or for gold
Frontal clash between two nations
Those conquering and defending
Amidst the battle one warrior
Saves his comrades and lieutenant
Swings a battle axe with one hand
Throws a piercing spear, inflicts fear
A war cry, now they are war chanting
Wounded berserker is panting
Falls back, gets a moment rest
Deep breath fills the lungs in his chest
He's tightly gripping his weapon
Back into the battle he's stepping
The banners wave, the horn sounds
Lone survivor filled with wounds
Writer: Arno De Boeck
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid