The River

Calm and gentle on our way
We caught thy whisper in the air
It was 24th of may
We crossed the line we call frontier
We were an army on the march
Now all seems lost the end is near
Once behind the line of death
We found salvation and new strength
From depths of hell we rise again
Pain, heavy losses and despair
It’s time to march again
A victory or certain death
Vengeance
Eden awaits
We will fight our battle 'til th end and no one will betray
Rag of Holy River, rise! Our final stand
We will push our enemies back finally forcing their retreat
And the war has turned now for our glorious land