My father's blood
Wets the ground
Like morning dew upon the grass in the Mountains at dawn
Our brother's strife
Divides us so...
The reaping wind that shakes the barley here is evil I know
These are trying times indeed
Bloody corpses in the street
With our strength, with our valor
We shall be whole again
Under our flag
We march with pride
And soon, my comrades in arms, will have victory I'm sure
Our people's tears
And Lover's kiss
Keep us going towards the crimson promise at dawn
These are trying times indeed
Bloody corpses in the street
With our strength, with our valor
We shall be whole again
This petty strife
That claims our lives
Will be over soon and I can hold you again
Well it's alright
And it's okay
I wouldn't have had it any other way without you, my love
These are trying times indeed
Bloody corpses in the street
With our strength, with our valor
We shall be whole again