Memory of Shame
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โฑ๏ธ 5:15 duration
๐ ID: 9148886
๐ Lyrics
We have ascended to great renown
A kingdom that's respected by the seeds we've sewn
Fight wars for money and all the perks
This time it just so happens to be the French we fight
And then dark news came from the east
The Swedish armies from the north
No, no, no!
There's only one way out
That's to avenge myself upon the Swedes
Both noble and the plain, we'll kill them all
We'll purge this land of filth and bring them to the fall
This cruel betrayal, it feels the same as the thirty years of terror which left a vile stain
Never again will this come to pass
We fly for Brandenburg for vengeance now at last
They flew like specters in the night
With hearts so heavy for the dawn
No, no, no!
There's only one way out
The fox will go to war with wolves who have no doubt that we are weaker still, and stand but little chance
But now our hearts are made of fire and blood is on our minds
Silent in the rain, our passage through the night
We swept them from the stage
Brandenburg left vacant in their flight
Their expectations blocked by the marshlands not in sight
Silence at Fehrbellin
Echoes of family long gone by
Silence at Fehrbellin
Green fields shimmer with their blood
Despite an overwhelming tide
The rage of shame cast fear aside
Blood, blood, blood!
We have them on the run
I am the father, Friedrich Wilhelm
The fleeing Swedes were butchered by peasants and by all
The memory of shame is sometimes quite unfair
A kingdom that's respected by the seeds we've sewn
Fight wars for money and all the perks
This time it just so happens to be the French we fight
And then dark news came from the east
The Swedish armies from the north
No, no, no!
There's only one way out
That's to avenge myself upon the Swedes
Both noble and the plain, we'll kill them all
We'll purge this land of filth and bring them to the fall
This cruel betrayal, it feels the same as the thirty years of terror which left a vile stain
Never again will this come to pass
We fly for Brandenburg for vengeance now at last
They flew like specters in the night
With hearts so heavy for the dawn
No, no, no!
There's only one way out
The fox will go to war with wolves who have no doubt that we are weaker still, and stand but little chance
But now our hearts are made of fire and blood is on our minds
Silent in the rain, our passage through the night
We swept them from the stage
Brandenburg left vacant in their flight
Their expectations blocked by the marshlands not in sight
Silence at Fehrbellin
Echoes of family long gone by
Silence at Fehrbellin
Green fields shimmer with their blood
Despite an overwhelming tide
The rage of shame cast fear aside
Blood, blood, blood!
We have them on the run
I am the father, Friedrich Wilhelm
The fleeing Swedes were butchered by peasants and by all
The memory of shame is sometimes quite unfair
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.90] We have ascended to great renown
[00:19.35] A kingdom that's respected by the seeds we've sewn
[00:24.84] Fight wars for money and all the perks
[00:31.65] This time it just so happens to be the French we fight
[00:38.47] And then dark news came from the east
[00:43.87] The Swedish armies from the north
[00:49.94] No, no, no!
[00:53.77] There's only one way out
[00:56.77] That's to avenge myself upon the Swedes
[01:02.58] Both noble and the plain, we'll kill them all
[01:08.73] We'll purge this land of filth and bring them to the fall
[01:16.53] This cruel betrayal, it feels the same as the thirty years of terror which left a vile stain
[01:40.18] Never again will this come to pass
[01:47.16] We fly for Brandenburg for vengeance now at last
[01:54.62] They flew like specters in the night
[01:58.67] With hearts so heavy for the dawn
[02:04.62] No, no, no!
[02:08.36] There's only one way out
[02:10.80] The fox will go to war with wolves who have no doubt that we are weaker still, and stand but little chance
[02:22.97] But now our hearts are made of fire and blood is on our minds
[02:33.53] Silent in the rain, our passage through the night
[03:00.36] We swept them from the stage
[03:04.56] Brandenburg left vacant in their flight
[03:13.01] Their expectations blocked by the marshlands not in sight
[03:19.29] Silence at Fehrbellin
[03:26.03] Echoes of family long gone by
[03:33.02] Silence at Fehrbellin
[03:38.07] Green fields shimmer with their blood
[03:44.92] Despite an overwhelming tide
[04:27.63] The rage of shame cast fear aside
[04:32.84] Blood, blood, blood!
[04:37.43] We have them on the run
[04:39.99] I am the father, Friedrich Wilhelm
[04:46.39] The fleeing Swedes were butchered by peasants and by all
[04:51.09] The memory of shame is sometimes quite unfair
[04:57.76]
[00:19.35] A kingdom that's respected by the seeds we've sewn
[00:24.84] Fight wars for money and all the perks
[00:31.65] This time it just so happens to be the French we fight
[00:38.47] And then dark news came from the east
[00:43.87] The Swedish armies from the north
[00:49.94] No, no, no!
[00:53.77] There's only one way out
[00:56.77] That's to avenge myself upon the Swedes
[01:02.58] Both noble and the plain, we'll kill them all
[01:08.73] We'll purge this land of filth and bring them to the fall
[01:16.53] This cruel betrayal, it feels the same as the thirty years of terror which left a vile stain
[01:40.18] Never again will this come to pass
[01:47.16] We fly for Brandenburg for vengeance now at last
[01:54.62] They flew like specters in the night
[01:58.67] With hearts so heavy for the dawn
[02:04.62] No, no, no!
[02:08.36] There's only one way out
[02:10.80] The fox will go to war with wolves who have no doubt that we are weaker still, and stand but little chance
[02:22.97] But now our hearts are made of fire and blood is on our minds
[02:33.53] Silent in the rain, our passage through the night
[03:00.36] We swept them from the stage
[03:04.56] Brandenburg left vacant in their flight
[03:13.01] Their expectations blocked by the marshlands not in sight
[03:19.29] Silence at Fehrbellin
[03:26.03] Echoes of family long gone by
[03:33.02] Silence at Fehrbellin
[03:38.07] Green fields shimmer with their blood
[03:44.92] Despite an overwhelming tide
[04:27.63] The rage of shame cast fear aside
[04:32.84] Blood, blood, blood!
[04:37.43] We have them on the run
[04:39.99] I am the father, Friedrich Wilhelm
[04:46.39] The fleeing Swedes were butchered by peasants and by all
[04:51.09] The memory of shame is sometimes quite unfair
[04:57.76]