I hear the voices of the
Spirits of the freedom fighters
Into the silence of the night I hear the screams
I can see the battles, the horror and the pain
My emotions are strong as I face the bleeding land
I can see the fires in the red horizon
I see the courage and the fitness fro war
Their yearning for liberty strength them their lust for victory
The snow and the storm don't frighten them
Tears of pride for these heroes
Falling to the bleeding land
History is being written
They fight for their ideals
The smell of flowers revives my soul
The singing of birds freedom it shows
I stand in silence as I gaze the bleeding land
I've always feel like I was one of them