Songtext zu 'The Sick Man of Europe' von Hyperborean

The battered eagle quickened
Soaring in the sky anew
Beneath crimson clouds thickened
Like celestial mourning dew
The eagle lands at the threshold
Of lost hope and a broken alliance
It stares at a man, sick and old
And shrieks out in vicious defiance

Divide and seperate
Blood will heal our wounds
Unleash fury, death and hate
Blood will heal our wounds

No remorse, never forgive
Honour and pride are yours to find
Suffer not your neighbor to live
Lest he be of your own kind

Dismember and maim
Blood will heal our wounds
Load your rifle and aim
Blood will heal our wounds

From the Macedonian shores
Where Alexander raised his spear
To Carpathian legends and lore's
Wherein the impaler reigned in fear
For His lands are frail and worn
From deep forest to blackened sea
His peoples are scattered and torn
From old Ottoman, will you ever be free

A fire lit shall become our fate
A Candelabra of burning hate
A banner of flames unfurled
A pyre to scorch the world