Fighting, always, fighting For what's right, we're Fighting, always, fighting For what's right Look out! Fighting, always, fighting For what's right, we're Fighting, always, fighting
its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters. Something out there that
shun the system, shun the system While sons and daughters of the empire Stained the map red, white and blue Back at home the storm clouds thundered Dole
, we fight not for gain but for freedom - not land Storming the walls of ancient stone, seven times we surround Till they crush to the ground in a thunderous
Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame. Pagan sons, may thee be known
But he changed your life and gave you all the blame The sound of thunder breaks the arch Ten thousand ridin', side by side The time has come to end the fight
broke out Everyone seemed exited While young men boasted And talked of great times Dark clouds gathered On the Maginot line Sisters and fathers Brothers and sons
blazing thunders... Fragments of the divine born WAR OF THE UNIVERSE OF COSMIC ENERGIES OF PHANTOMS RIDING THE GENESIS OF ALL SONS OF THE UNIVERSE FOREVER FIGHTING
[Strophe 1:] Now the storm is coming, we're riding through the night. When the thunder comes down, Brothers shout it out loud: We rise!! The power of
the graveyard of my son. [Chorus] Thunder in the silence Our soldiers fought and died. Thunder in the silence Our leader grew their might. Thunder in the silence See the burning land. Thunder
[Chorus:] Down from the sky into the fight Clutched full of rage!! full of thunder and glory Swords in the wind crossing the sky Lords of doom bring an
to see the regrets to have had the life from his god Airin sheds black tears supporting the terrible rape the fury of the sons of the thunder is breaking
Voices We Ride We'll Fight Until We Win Or We'll Fight Until We Die Gods Of Thunder, Fire And Rain Cut Into The Earth Till' None Shall Remain Sons
car glass, yow Show us love and things go bright Yow! true we love on us, so Rasta Babylon nah stop give we fight, yow Words of thunder coming from
dole But I'm trying to save my shattered soul On my own On my own The enemy's trying to wreck my whole life But I'm trying to stand up and fight On
warriors We worship the Lord Worshipping warriors We fight! For what's right! Telling you we're Worshipping warriors We worship the Lord Worshipping warriors We fight
We're the thundering sons We're the undying ones With the power of good Evil has never won With armies from Heaven We have fought with a rage It's all
pride... Master of thunder, lighting and rain, soon your hammer and cross shall collide... Protector of midgaard's daughters and sons, in your name christian reign I will fight
