Letra da Música: Battle of Eylau - Antiquus

Russia...
Twenty-thousand dead and dying on the field,
and He comes onward.
He is the tide of war, the thunder, Napolean -
France shall never yield!

Was it ambition, and vanity, that pushed the man beyond the buffer states?
Or the dream of a Ceasar, to rule a new Empire - ensuring peace and magnanimity?

Austria fell, a breaker of treaties, and so Napolean pushed east.
To face Bennigsen - in the Russian snow, with supplies weeks behind.
And the wounded, without aid - He brokes the lines before the blow.

But we Cossacks fall before his feet, and
hail the man more mighty than the Czar,
The French stoop to aid our injured captains, and
the Emperor is merciful.
The commoner is left to bleed...
The commoner is left to bleed!

Austria fell, a breaker of treaties, and so Napolean pushed east.
To face Bennigsen - in the Russian snow, with supplies weeks behind.
And the wounded, without aid - He brokes the lines before the blow.

The Battle of Eyalu!
The Emperor who fell, to the waking of Europe...
The Battle of Eylau!
Against sovereign rulers, he never could be matched...
The Battle of Eylau!
Beaten by the people, he freed from feudal chains...
The Battle of Eylau!