Liryki Szklanego Kruka

SzklanyKruk

No Peace

Enemies one another hate themselves.
Two nations are aspiring to the escalation.
However, they want the great fight.
Of great battle for the glory.
Their more important than their enemies reasons.
Without worry about victims.
Their armies are starting the mobilization.
Equal chances of both sides of the victory.

War endlessly...
Without sadness, mercilessly.
Without sorrow, without scruple.
So long, as the victory he is coming.
Of the first front and defeat second.

Bangs of cannons are frightening horses away.
Battery is sweeping columns of the infantry out.
The cavalry is in retreat.
The death is prevailing in trenches.
Bullets are piercing air.
They are making victims on soldiers.
Fighting according to the order.
Of presumptuous commanders

War endlessly...
Without sadness, mercilessly.
Without sorrow, without scruple.
So long, as the victory he is coming.
Of the first front and defeat second.

Bullets are flighting
Soldiers are fightning
That is a command
Minds are frightening
Swords like mightning
The river of the death isn't frighten for officers.
Aspiring for carrying one order out.
"Attack!"