Songtexte Sound the Trumpets - bliind lynx

If he died tomorrow, this would all go away
Saying that you'll miss him would be over in a day
Gripping to his hand, finger on his nose
Head first and sold his soul

Triumph over the valley
And the bison's take out the cavalry
The soldiers fall to the ground
And the demons rush for the crown

Must not be alone (must not be alone)
Must not be afraid to fight (must not be afraid)
Must not be alone (must not be alone)
Must not be afraid to fight (must not be afraid)
Must not be alone (must not be alone)
Must not be afraid to fight (must not be afraid)
Must not be alone (must not be alone)
Must not be afraid to fight (must not be afraid)

If he died tomorrow, this would all go away
Saying that you'll miss him would be over in a day
Gripping to his hand, finger on his nose
Head first and sold his soul

Triumph over the valley
And the bison's take out the cavalry
The soldiers fall to the ground
And the demons rush for the crown