Fighting, always, fighting For what's right, we're Fighting, always, fighting For what's right Look out! Fighting, always, fighting For what's right, we're Fighting, always, fighting
I hear my people call me from across the sea They say we are the true sons of victory We don?t care what you call us, we will carry on If we get knocked
of fire Death hiding in the darkness ? and it seems that all our gods have left Approaching the realm of fire ? fighting side by side Fighting day and
, group piece to hang loose Off of a noose, of a rope in a tree And still we supposed to see Equality especially these days, when we gotta fight Just
we all may die! our blood on the ground the battle horns sound! Let thy Valkyries fly!! [Chorus:] Down from the sky into the fight Clutched full of rage!! full of thunder
voices we ride We'll fight till we win or we'll fight until we die Gods of thunder, fire and rain Cut into the earth till none shall remain Sons of demons
And here we all may die Our blood on the ground The battle horns sound Let thy Valkyries fly Down from the sky Into the fight Hearts full of rage Full of thunder
And here we all may die Our blood on the ground The battle horns sound Let thy valkyries fly Down from the sky Into the fight Hearts full of rage Full of thunder
(feat. Bobby Womack) I hear thunder Looks like the rain Is gonna start falling Rain, falling from the sky Rain, rain, rain, a wicked rain Falling from
he regrets to have had the life from his god Airin sheds black tears supporting the terrible rape the fury of the sons of the thunder is breaking the
groaning Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting
and laugh, and take a drink of new wine - The fight is over your souls - Sons of Thunder - Calling the fire down - Burning with hope - Sons of Thunder
car glass,yow Show us love and things go bright Yow! true we love on us,so Rasta,Babylon nah stop give we fight,yow Words of thunder coming from we voice
its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters. Something out there that
shun the system, shun the system While sons and daughters of the empire Stained the map red, white and blue Back at home the storm clouds thundered Dole
, we fight not for gain but for freedom - not land Storming the walls of ancient stone, seven times we surround Till they crush to the ground in a thunderous
Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame. Pagan sons, may thee be known
But he changed your life and gave you all the blame The sound of thunder breaks the arch Ten thousand ridin', side by side The time has come to end the fight