Bells of the Falling Castle


I marched into the field of living memories, looking for forgotten dreams. My freedom been locked within the key of resisting gates, hold up my men.

The road to triumph paved by warriors agony , this is the sign of rambling thunders , unleashing my inner most brutality , the bells of death tolls in the tottering towers .

When the sun of victory melts down the sea, the swords of great fighters will steel the bounding hearts, oh angel of war, behind rising moon.

Oh dear mothers , hail your martyr sons , the moment of pride to come , welcome unfolded wings to the land of dusty bones oh dear fathers , sing to your beardy sons , the history of victory to carve .

At the falling gates, we stepped into spattered flesh, seeking for every enemys skull. The revenging of million hundred years feeding my bleeding arms to the grave Ill send you.

Wraps by fathers mould under the blazing sky, I screamed for more and more! The sound of steel, echo with every sharping breath, the horns of dead men, joins the ancient roots.

When the moon of victory rise up the sky , the swords of great fighters will rest in the eyes of eternity , oh angel of war behind the burning sun , painting the green with purple blood .

The crown of holy marble, the slipping gone failed with terror through my veteran fingers, the blood of kings quench my fire, fire!

Now when the last bell tolled I grabbed the sand and smile, the new century of mystery will begin.
The cursed war is over now! , as I stand beside the river, the water seems to flow with blood!
The blood of my darkest heaven and the hearses that I made around the kingdom once called Hell!