Isenburg - Hymn To The Son lyrics

Lying on a ground full of entrails Knowing it's the last chance to feel your sword Fighting hard and bleeding for your homeland No-one will say that your blood was spilled in vain They will sing a hymn to your glory Carry your remains on defended ground Blades will guide your march to your fathers We stand here sending you a last resounding Hail! I cross the sea and all my doubts vanish The hails behind fade to shades The eternal hall of my ancestors Opens the doors and welcomes the son