Şarkılar:
Clash Death Or Glory

the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory

knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory

knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory

glory and pain You know the story 'bout the boy with a name He did things like kill people and stole Kane The hood got three lanes, life, death, or

an army of immortals They were few in number But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them That they would leave this day only in victory or death

an army of immortals They were few in number But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them That they would leave this day only in victory or death

to Camulodunum... wet your swords! Redden the earth with Roman blood! I remember the carnage at Camulodunum... The glorious clash of Celtic sword against

. They were few in number, but the look in their eyes told all who beheld them that they would leave this day only in victory or death. And there was

's wrapping us In death or glory at dusk it will end The banner's high on our lances The final clash has begun [Solos: both, Aydan, Dag'or'dil] Tunes