The grey troop is on the move again,
with quivers full of death
Heavy boots trample the ground,
arouse anger and fear around
Dismal song fills the terrain,
every man roars all they can
Peasants look at the group in bewilderment,
because each of them howl the notes off key
It's unlikely that you will see the next morning,
if you stand in the way of Savo's archer army
Bowstrings straining,
bows are singing the song of death
Thousands of participants join in the song,
the sky fills with black arrows
When the rain finds the persecutors,
they wail of the fear of death
Thousands of enemies fall in groups,
the ground fills with blood and guts
The arrow choirs come one after eachother,
and the day changes suddenly into night
The enemy met hell on earth,
and that made living very hard
An arrow in the eye and "fucking" two at the best,
it is unlikely that anyone will survive that
Few are the rows that retreat,
the wounded draw their last breath
In English:
Singing Bows
The grey troop is on the move again, with quivers full of death Heavy boots trample the ground, arouse anger and fear around Dismal song fills the terrain, every man roars all they can Peasants look at the group in bewilderment, because each of them howl the notes off key
It's unlikely that you will see the next morning, if you stand in the way of Savo's archer army
Bowstrings straining, bows are singing the song of death Thousands of participants join in the song, the sky fills with black arrows When the rain finds the persecutors, they wail of the fear of death Thousands of enemies fall in groups, the ground fills with blood and guts
The arrow choirs come one after eachother, and the day changes suddenly into night The enemy met hell on earth, and that made living very hard An arrow in the eye and "fucking" two at the best, it is unlikely that anyone will survive that Few are the rows that retreat, the wounded draw their last breath