Empel

As they march toward battle
Each foot lands like lead
Tired legs, tired souls
Thirsting lips, hungry mouths

No signs of crops
No trace of livestock
No chance for truce
No incoming backup

Completely blocked by the enemy
Their lives for the Kingdom
To defend the Faith

Day by day the blockade lengthens
No war supplies, no dry clothes left
Only the cold, water and mud
Only the cold, water, mud, and loss of hope

The five thousand pray
Death over dishonor
We will talk of surrender after death

Our Queen in Heaven
Despair fills our starving souls

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb

Pray for us mother
Now and at the hour of our death

Will any of us live to fight another day

Waters surround the camp
Only 50 meters of dry land

As the soldiers dig a trench
A wooden picture is found
Joy fills the camp

Hunger and cold defeat us
The immaculate comes to save us
Then the icy wind blew
Freezing all the water
Igniting their hearts

In the dark of night
Marching over ice
In the dark of night
Towards victory
Attack

Our Queen in Heaven
Despair fills our starving souls

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb

Pray for us mother
Now the hour of our death

Will any of us live
To fight another day

It could only be a miracle
Your prayers for our souls
Will time erase what was known by all

Our Queen in Heaven
Despair fills our starving souls

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb

Pray for us mother
Now and at the hour of our death

Will any of us live
To Fight Another day

Our Queen in Heaven
Despair feeds our starving souls (Will any of us live)
(To fight another day)

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb (Pray for us now
And at the hour of our)
Death



Credits
Writer(s): Marty Ignatius Milner
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