Fields Of Glory (Brutal Attack)

There's a dark storm on the horizon And there are black clouds here in my heart This is one storm from which there's no surviving Unless every man accepts he has a part In the final days of our story Before the night falls for the last time We're marching out on the fields of glory We have one last chance to let the sun shine There is a thundering out in the distance And I hear the thundering of 10.000 hearts Maybe this thundering will lead to deliverance This is our last hope as the final battle starts I see a black rain falling ever downward It's turning blood red as it soaks the ground I see our armies marching bravely onward Hoping they can turn the tables around Now through the black clouds I see a glint of gold The winds have ceased and the thunder has gone I see tears of relief on the faces of the young and old And now at last I know my battle is won