Lyrics:

Somewhere of the fields of flowers
Resting remains of the brave and strong
Out there, from death, I rose
Kept my spirit going on
In sallow-grey and ashen hues
I was disrobed of my warming flesh
My precious bones lay scattered
On a place on Earth named Hell
Reach for this moment of fame
We'll feel like brothers again
Before we vanish to haze
We will be reborn
March into the sun
Into the crimson shades of glory
Strike back, we'll soon be done
When our hearts are free again

How can I rouse my sinking soul
From such a lethargy?
How can I break these iron chains
And set my spirit free?
My sins increase, my love grows cold
And hope within me dies
Memories of the fallen ones
Oh, when shall we arise?
Reach for this moment of fame
We'll feel like brothers again
Before we vanish to haze
We will be reborn
March into the sun
Into the crimson shades of glory
Strike back, we'll soon be done
When our hearts are free again
March into the sun
Into the crimson shades of glory
Strike back, we'll soon be done
When our hearts are free again

Crimson shades of glory

Crimson shades of glory

March into the sun
Into the crimson shades of glory
Strike back, we'll soon be done
When our hearts are free again
Now, march into the sun
Into the crimson shades of glory
Strike back, we'll soon be done
When our hearts are free again