Row (Into the Storm)
Christian Rodens, Georg Neuhauser, Markus Pohl, Secil Sen, Steffen Theurer
Row
On open water, the greek will make their stand
For their nation, burn the hand of hate
Outnumbered, there is no retreat
But they wont bend there knees
Into the fire, they ride the storm of war
Theres no mercy, onward is the law
For freedom, ancient spirits roar
And they answer the call
Night is falling fate is calling
And the wind whispers defeat
Night is falling fate is calling
God on a mountain, high-handed king
And ships, by thousand, lay below
Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red
And the battle rages on
Row
A thousand nations, descend on mother Greece
Strait of Salamis, there they break the siege
Now beaten, Xerxes calls retreat
To Asia he flees
