Lazenca, save us [x4]
Save us, save us, save u~s
A self-inflicted disaster weighs down on us, and our sighs rend the heavens
Here, fear of destruction reigns; has hope already folded its wings?
[The earth is stained with death, and the black sun weeps]
After the last drop has been drained from the river, is everything lost?
With a heart of steel riding on wings of thunder,
we'll raise our sword of resolution high
With fangs of revenge and claws of hatred,
we'll return to our golden age.
[Without help, will our prophesied future vanish into thin air?]
With a heart of steel riding on wings of thunder,
we'll raise our sword of resolution high
With fangs of revenge and claws of hatred,
we'll return to our golden age.
[R:]
Lazenca, save us [x4]
Save us, save us, save u~s
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