Lyrics The Brightest Sun - Rome

Their treacherous words they are like crippled ghosts
And they strike like a cowards' bullets far and close
Our heroes names we wield and bright like swords
And none have ever fallen here for naught

It will take more than a madman's murdering fools
Let them meet the wrath of this iron youth
And their blood shall be our bright new dawns due
For we will rebuild all of this anew

Slava Ukraini
We ride your golden fields
You bright sun, brightеst sun
Slava Ukraini
Shine through golden fields
You bright sun, brightеst sun

Their treacherous words they are like crippled ghosts
And they hide in the hues of night unseen by most
And they strike like a cowards' bullets far and close
Watch the back to choke on the many lives they boast

Slava Ukraini
We ride your golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun
Slava Ukraini
Shine through golden fields
You bright sun, brightest sun