Battlefield

Battlefield
(Lyrics: J.P. Lion, Music: Waldeyres Oliveira)

The death is fancy on this day.
It surely swallow the morning!
No less fragments in this war.

Grind the muscle to the middle.
Bring the villain - no way.
It’s the last battle in Battlefield.

So come on now!
Drag this song.
Look out!

Sing this song!
When the trouble born!
When your body broke.

I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry on!
I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry on.

This "War Enough Tough" end this day.
This "Warrior Wise" win nowadays!
You can never be afraid.

Come the lust - one ritual!
One singing and this cry!
We can fight, for now, we’ll never die.

So come on now!
Drag this song.
Look out!

Sing this song!
When the trouble born!
Feel your bloody cloak.

I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry on!
I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry...

So come on now!
Drag this song.
Look out!

Sing this song!
When the trouble fucking burn!
Feel your body broke!

I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry on!
I will hit to the wall
And I’ll never be alone.
They are gathered my brothers.
We’ll carry on.