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IUVENES LYRICS
"Toward Sources Of Honour And Pride" (2005)
1. Towards Sources Of Honour And Pride
2. Blood, Steel And Temper Of Spirit
3. Song Of Braveheart
4. When Our Sword Hit Their Shield
5. Banner Pulled About By Gale
1. Towards Sources Of Honour And Pride
In unremembered history gloom
Blowed heroes’ acts doze with
Legend they will be preserved
For ages you return too
To sources of honour and pride
Cause in your hearts
The same strength flows
Before this moment comes listen
To old bard’s words who exalts
Glory in this song let the proud
Brave warriors of fear
Not be scared by they should
Be ready to fight and their
Horses should be saddled
2. Blood, Steel And Temper Of Spirit
When pale daylight
Greeted warrior
They stood up and
Family home they abandoned
Not moved to tears of their close one
they arrived at their commander
Who in forest precipices
His camp founded
On order of the commander
Another came
To pay a bow
To their master
And they kept in silence
To his proud voice
That dignity
Orders to call under flag
3. Song Of Braveheart
Song of brave heart
When sound of heroical song
Made me happy although
I tried not to yield him
In a crown of forest’s rocks
And wood’s rivers I fell
A sleep dreaming about
tomorrow’s day which wisches
to cover me with
Immortal glory when daylight
Comes I will be succ.
4. When Our Sword Hit Their Shield
I saw places where opposite
armies stood up to the battle
In shine of thunderbolts flashing
Clashing their weapon and amours
In cruel strife
On his teed, he lifted his sword
our indefatigable and invincible spectator
In the longed - for revange hour
Our foe returned from escape
The larger sworness arousing
In out hearts
When our swords
hit their damn shields
Which glitter in fire of fight
with bloody flame
And enemy’s hosts will be crushed
filling them up with fear we’ll see
the victory’s sign
on our flags
5. Banner Pulled About By Gale
Forceful thunder
Dark heavens have torn already
In the mad battle great warriors
are perishing
They’ve never though
of dishonourable escape
Flags pulled with gale
the battle roar have unified
groan of dying
In Encouraging them to fight
And stood up our strict master
Keeping his sword in the right
And he hit his enemy’s skull
Without mercy
And fair anger
Have Surrounded our army
…And we defeated hostile tribes
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