tekst utworu brak chwytów brak tabulatury p³yta: The Art of War muzyka: Hard Rock Baptized in fire, 40 to 1 So silent before the storm, awaiting command a few has been chosen to stand, as one outnumbered by far. The orders from high command Fight back all your ground In early september it came A war unknown to the world No warning, they enter that land That is protected by Polish Hand. Unless you are forty to one Your force will soon be undone. Undone Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of the Wehrmaht brought to our house. The eight of September it starts The rage of the Reich A barrage of Mortars and guns Stand fast, the Panthers will hold. The Captain has pledged his life To face the fate here The sound of artillery strike Suffaced the thunder of guns. So come bring out all that you've got Compalled, come, I want to never stop Unless you are forty to one Your lives will soon be undone, undone. Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of the Wehrmaht brought to our house. Always remember a fallen soldier Always remember fathers and sons at war Always remember a fallen soldier Always remember fathers and sons at war Always remember a fallen soldier Always Remember Buried in history No warning, they enter that land That is protected by Polish Hand. Unless you are folly to won Your force will soon be undone. Undone Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory Soldiers of Poland, second to none Wrath of the Wehrmaht brought to our home. No, No, No!
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