Текст Rhapsody Of Fire – Master Of Peace

Warriors fighting, a thrill made of iron and steel
Charging horses, it’s a never ending wheel
Due to my orders a thousand lives are gone

Screaming louder from the cliff

The hills, the grass, the trees are slowly turning red
Forever and ever these fields will taste of our blood
Father forgive me cause I have no regrets, no complaints

Fifty-thousand lost fallen souls, the victory needs sacrifice
And both of the armies have lost their half or more:
I can’t pay the price
Oh God I promised… We would go to war!

The hills, the grass, the trees are slowly turning red
Forever and ever these fields will taste of our blood
Father forgive me cause I have no regrets no complaints

All victories have a price
The hills, the grass, the trees are slowly turning red
Forever and ever these fields will taste of our blood
Father forgive me cause I have no regrets no complaints

I got no regrets, no more
Oh God… no more!