Hymn of the Earth: Musical Interlude

by O Society October 25, 2019

Hymn of the Earth

Under the boundless welkin, green hills bathe in the sunlight
Breeze ripples. Cloud floats. Sheep jumps. Horse gallops
Every creature enjoys the wonder of life. Everywhere is the music of life
Warm sunlight pours down like summer rain, deeply sinking into soil
This is the hymn of the earth, the hymn of life

Summon the Warrior

Deep in the mist of the gray death
Your demise is summoning
Wolf is chanting; eagle is screaming
In this forest of dark terror
Fading path leading to void
Flame consumes all the light
Home is burning, people are crying
In this land of destiny
Will you draw your rusting sword
Fight the death in forgotten bravery
Ancient warrior is deep in your mind
What you need is waking it up
Sleeping mind and unclear sight
Claim your death and swallow your fate
Ancient warrior is deep in your mind
What you need is calling it up

Golden Horde

Cross the doom and death
Leave behind destiny
Sharpen the glory sword
Be prepare to rule the dune
Dustrider shakes the earth
Desert killer on the prowl
Blade horsers slit to earth
Tears evil all apart
Transcend the limitation
Beyond the confusion
Mind of valour never cease
Commence the holy war
Tengger Cavalry rules the world
Cross the doom and death
Lords of dune and the dust
Lord of the universe

iron_maiden-trooper

The Trooper 

You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too
You’ll fire your musket but I’ll run you through
So when you’re waiting for the next attack
You’d better stand there’s no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And as the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won’t live to fight another day

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body’s numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan

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