Judicator - Backs Against the Wall lyrics
[Judicator - Backs Against the Wall lyrics]
The rain, it falls like a curtain
Wolves are on our heels
Desperate men feeling pressure
Pressure to survive
The train of men never ending
Moving through the night
Once before I have seen these lands
Waterloo is my ground
Look at their faces, what do you see?
We must pull through for them
Set the world free
Keep the pace and push through fire
Never yield the ground that's chosen
Backs against the wall
The night is lit by their fires
The light of countless men
A silence reigned so profound
Till the downpour resumed
A present left for the morning by
The fates in the night
Battle time slowly creeping
The night laughs at what it leaves
Dire moment of the century
Not a moment's respite
Two wolves chained and are waiting
For their master's respite
A wolf that's tired but collected
The other suffers but snarls
When noon arrives we will ride them down
Let's let slip the dogs of war
And now we stand on the corner
Between the fear and the rage
It's almost time for the blood storm
Pray to what god you choose
The Grand Armee beats the war drum
Blood is racing and I
I can't believe this has come to pass
Twenty years of war
Wolves are on our heels
Desperate men feeling pressure
Pressure to survive
The train of men never ending
Moving through the night
Once before I have seen these lands
Waterloo is my ground
Look at their faces, what do you see?
We must pull through for them
Set the world free
Keep the pace and push through fire
Never yield the ground that's chosen
Backs against the wall
The night is lit by their fires
The light of countless men
A silence reigned so profound
Till the downpour resumed
A present left for the morning by
The fates in the night
Battle time slowly creeping
The night laughs at what it leaves
Dire moment of the century
Not a moment's respite
Two wolves chained and are waiting
For their master's respite
A wolf that's tired but collected
The other suffers but snarls
When noon arrives we will ride them down
Let's let slip the dogs of war
And now we stand on the corner
Between the fear and the rage
It's almost time for the blood storm
Pray to what god you choose
The Grand Armee beats the war drum
Blood is racing and I
I can't believe this has come to pass
Twenty years of war