
Vienna
Battlecry
Today Belongs To Us • 2009
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Lyrics
Out of the violence
Of a thunder storm
Jan Sobieski
The polish king is born
Trained as a child
In the art of war
Seasoned in battle
He knows what this fight is for
The Ottoman Empire grows
Enveloping Europe in darkness
The Turks are marching
The western world could fall
Two hundred thousand
An army without peer
Instructed to kill
By the sultan's grand vizier
Swallowing countries
Guide us great Koran
One last resistance
The lion of Lehistan
The enemy's storming the walls
Christians starved and in peril
Brothers let us unite
Oh hear my call
We ride to Vienna
We ride on the wind
We ride to Vienna
For our kin
Come rack come thy ruin
Charge in for the kill
We vow at Vienna
Blood will spill
Against the roar of cannons
Rides cavalry and liege
To save the brave at Habsburg
A city under siege
Amidst the fire of musquets
Rush in to attack
God be praised
Then through the smoke of battle
And on the king's command
Descend the dreaded hussars
On shrieking wings of the damned
The Turkish lines are broken
Mustafa's in retreat
Victory is ours
We ride to Vienna
We ride on the wind
We ride to Vienna
For our kin
White savior - white pride
White savior
Ride hussars ride
Of a thunder storm
Jan Sobieski
The polish king is born
Trained as a child
In the art of war
Seasoned in battle
He knows what this fight is for
The Ottoman Empire grows
Enveloping Europe in darkness
The Turks are marching
The western world could fall
Two hundred thousand
An army without peer
Instructed to kill
By the sultan's grand vizier
Swallowing countries
Guide us great Koran
One last resistance
The lion of Lehistan
The enemy's storming the walls
Christians starved and in peril
Brothers let us unite
Oh hear my call
We ride to Vienna
We ride on the wind
We ride to Vienna
For our kin
Come rack come thy ruin
Charge in for the kill
We vow at Vienna
Blood will spill
Against the roar of cannons
Rides cavalry and liege
To save the brave at Habsburg
A city under siege
Amidst the fire of musquets
Rush in to attack
God be praised
Then through the smoke of battle
And on the king's command
Descend the dreaded hussars
On shrieking wings of the damned
The Turkish lines are broken
Mustafa's in retreat
Victory is ours
We ride to Vienna
We ride on the wind
We ride to Vienna
For our kin
White savior - white pride
White savior
Ride hussars ride
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