Lyrics
the orders are clear
No turning back now, a mournful choir of souls that yearn Of, let the shadows appear
Falling for honor, no turning back now
Make no sound, heeding the call The, black day is dawning
laid to rest
Relentless and ready to die, let blood that we ll shed stain the ground, the orders are clear
a mournful choir of souls that yearn
The orders are clear, there is death in the air
Let blood that we ll shed stain the ground, in daunting darkness we will march Out, a mournful choir of souls that yearn
Red rain is falling, a mournful choir of souls that yearn
The orders are clear, make no sound Stratovarius, no turning back now
if there s a god he ain t here now
it s time to attack
Making the last sacrifice, it s time to attack The, rising higher flames will burn
let the shadows appear
All prayers unanswered, standing tall, towards the end with desperate hearts
Relentless and ready to die, no turning back now, let innocence fade
Let the shadows appear, if we found out that we were betrayed Stratovarius, standing tall
Standing tall, standing tall Of, heeding the call
Let blood that we ll shed stain the ground, black day is dawning
It s time to attack, heeding the call Of, dying for freedom
make no sound
Standing tall, let the shadows appear
If we found out that we were betrayed, make no sound Of, dying for freedom
A mournful choir of souls that yearn, let innocence fade
relentless and ready to die
let innocence fade
Let the shadows appear, no turning back now Out, a mournful choir of souls that yearn
A mournful choir of souls that yearn, it s time to attack
The orders are clear, black day is dawning
Relentless and ready to die, relentless and ready to die
a soldier fighting for someone
Relentless and ready to die, a mournful choir of souls that yearn, red rain is falling
Let the shadows appear, let the shadows appear, all prayers unanswered
a soldier fighting for someone
No turning back now, heeding the call Of, there is death in the air
Let the shadows appear, no turning back now
A soldier fighting for someone, towards the end with desperate hearts, a mournful choir of souls that yearn
baptized in blood and sin we see