Rudhira - Wine Of Defeat lyrics

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Rudhira - Wine Of Defeat lyrics

She was the diamond in the lands to the south, beauty so blinding that men dared not see, a smile inspiring tales of angels, enthralling the men so they fall to their knees. To the north of the mountains, thirsty of brew, a heathen with the strength of ten bears. Slaying crusaders 'till the hangover strikes. Setting his heart on a maiden in the south. Who'd have thought I'd fall for a heathen, but he is the man in my heart. Can this love be nurtured Our worlds will collide On opposite sides of a war we are chained We'll break the chains and taint our blood It is not tainted when the heart is pure. I am a heathen, or so I am called by the mob - the ma**es that kneel down in fear I have consumed the most bitter of wine The wine of defeat and deception On the fields of our mothers, the ground is now soaked in the blood of the brothers who died for our home. Our cause was shattered, in pain we are left The vile stench of this plague will not fade. A man in my heart that my own won't approve a devil is made of his name The men of my kin that my heart won't approve the kinship must be in the past Can this love be nurtured Our worlds will collide On opposite sides of a war we are chained Our own will break us and spoil what we have We can not stay where the hearts breed hate. On her way, she's wandering merry So merry, so full of joy and of doubt Wondering, -thinking Will he embrace me? Over the top, At last she can see the valley,- The valley where lover is awaiting in lust But thoughts of their families makes her mind and heart rust She is so weary, a pond is in sight. A nice place to rest before they share their night. In the water reflection a shadow appears. A relentless legion uniting to forge the fate of our kin Crawl under it's skin in the blood-pool of treason, oppression and sin Let the bloodshed of tyrants begin Can this hate be nurtured Our worlds did collide On opposite sides of a war we were chained I'll break their wills And spill their blood It is not treason when the hate is pure. Kneel and receive your salvation from hell (repeat)