The shield when you throw
It is in the enemy sign
From the walls it passes
Make you again slave
And the teardropp when you show
And ask from one Saint
Your life it saves him
You give in the enemy courage
Look at outside from the city
They were gathered enemies
They seize the light
That gave away the gods
Thousands reasons in a lie
And homeland from under
As ancient etaira
With the legs raised
Thousands reasons in a lie
And it does not go below
Crusaders to the walls
They search glory and blood
The fire if you see the years
The enemy of was always
Light ancient the thief
And night the father
How I say if it keeps
And does not fall again
The city the shield when you throw
And be slave as and i remained
Cop.2012-SakisAthanasiadis
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