Gelibolu



Red dawn at the gates of the agean sea Welcomes the glory and death Both sides are come across And now they are all ready to Set the world on fire

Arsenals of hellfire landing At the shores of inferno War cries are mixing to roar of the gunshots Rising scream welcomes the death

Seems like a mass suicide End of a generation Imposed for the survival of the future Baptised by fire

Trenches decorate just like the Graves for the sons of nations Five hundred thousand brave men Ready to death to get lost in the myst

Brave sons of the brave nations Rest in peace forever, hail to you all...

Half they fight the fortune at hand Half is ready to death for homeland With the first bullet and the first death All hopes are caught under crossfire

Who could dare to give up fighting Waiting for the end that is approaching Soldiers are side by side cry for the same god Creeping means now glory and pride

Brave sons of the brave nations Rest in peace forever, hail to you all...

Autor: Crossfire