Sabaton - Uprising Lyrics
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Uprising
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What Are The Lyrics For Uprising By Sabaton?
Warsaw rise
Do you remember when, when the Nazis forced their rule on Poland 1939 and the allies turned away From the underground rose a hope of freedom as a whisper City in despair, but they never lost their faith Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the blood they shed upon the streets Was a sacrifice willingly paid Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Spirit soul and heart In accordance with the old traditions 1944 still the allies turn away Fighting street to street In a time of hope and desperation Did it on their own and they never lost their faith Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the blood they shed upon the streets Was a sacrifice willingly paid Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' All the streetlights in the city Broken many years ago Break the curfew, hide in sewers Warsaw, it's time to rise now All the streetlights in the city Broken many years ago Break the curfew, hide in sewers Warsaw, it's time to rise now Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' |
Who Wrote Uprising By Sabaton?
Joakim Broden, Paer Sundstroem
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